A week at the beach filled with sun and breeze and audacious waves lifting us high in the air. A week away to set the boundary between the school year and the summer of restoration. Early morning walks on the shore, across the boardwalk, to the market for cinnamon buns and hot tea. Ice cream and night screams of teenagers on fast rides at Funland. Swimming for hours in cold sea, reading the rest of the day and into the night.
Sometimes I dream I can fly. Maybe this summer in my imagination.