Post Vacation Blues and the rhythym of life

I am a person who finds that the rhythm of my life is set at a pace faster then many are comfortable with. I like to be on the go. I enjoy connecting with people. That's probrably why I love vacations. I enjoy the bittersweetness of knowing you have a limited amount of time to connect with people so you schedule your visits with purpose. Breakfasts brunches getting reacquainted with old friends, dinners rich with conversations of catching up and reminiscing, late night coffees full of laughter and playful banter that comes with the familiarity of knowing people for a long time and discovering with joy who they are today.



I am suffering from PVB, Post Vacation Blues. We arrived home this morning around five. The cats, Princess and Prancer, were our welcoming committee. They were glad to see us. I was exhausted. I fell into bed thankful to be home, ready to rest and regroup.....until next time.

Sunrise verses Sunset

It's just after 6am. I've been up since 4:30, maybe earlier since I laid in bed for a while. I took a walk along the Chesapeake Bay. I watched the sunrise; a huge, fiery ball of orange coming from the Eastern horizon. It was magnificent, beautiful and in my opinion, a bit overrated. Perhaps because I am so not a morning person, perhaps because I am more of a reflector of events then a planner of events or perhaps it's just too early to think, irregardless, I do not see what all the hoopla about sunrises are about. I prefer the sunsets, the golden hour rounding out the flurry of the day, gently beckoning us into night fall and rest.
Today will be a good day. I'm on vacation and now is the time to go back to bed.