The soft withered solitude of Ella’s voice plays in the background as spirals of heat dance in the trees. My mind drifts back to another time, another place.
I have been back less then two full days and my chair feels tight, desk confined. Nose marks are left on my office window from the number of times I have looked out it. The sprit of Steinbeck’s French poodle Charlie has gotten hold of me. There is always a better place to be then here, no matter where I am.
There is comfort in recounting my top five (in no particular order):
Halifax Nova Scotia
Poi Po Hawaii
Colorado Springs Colorado