It’s 3:15 here at the office and all I can think about is a sweating glass of tequila and tonic in my hand. Watching the lime wedge bubble at the bottom while the sugary-sour drink slips down easily, shoving the stress out from every pore. The splintered wooden chair leans with me as I push my feet flat to the deck, legs straight, head back to stare up at the top of the magnolia that towers over me. Beech leaves the hue of the percolating fruit in my drink are beginning to unfurl and the silverbell buds are about to burst. This is what I have been waiting for. Spring rolling down our road and summer on the tip of my tongue. The days are long now. It’s 3:30 on a friday and all I can think about is ice clinking to the bottom of an empty glass and watching winter wave goodbye; running from a flurry of frenzied flowers.
Me
Friends packed in around our dining table, platters of foods, delicious drinks, toasts to long lives together, laughter, and full bellies--this is my happy place.
