It's always hard to leave the beach.

A week full of family, great food, and fun.

Although it is difficult to face

the reality of the work week ahead,

I found bittersweet solace in the long drive home.

I jumped in my jeep after

taking the top down. The doors were off

and the radio was turned up loud.

It was late July and

the breeze was warm on my face.

I watched the sun setting from behind

my purple sunglasses. The smell of the salt

water still lingered in my hair and

the sand from my flip flops now

on the gas pedal as I drove.

Thinking about the water slides I rode and the

new earrings I bought. Listing the activities I didn't do and vowing

to get them done on the next trip.

I drove pass trees and fields, under over passes, and

over bridges above water.

As it got darker the stars guided me on the road. The smell

of back yard campfires got stronger. The chill in the air was

a reminder that summer would soon be over.

The drive home is

always longer than the drive there

it is neither exciting or fun. The open road before me

I sat alone in my jeep,

such a relaxing end to a busy week.