It’s the
middle of January, in the heart of winter and life seems humdrum and
stale. Looking out in the yard I see
yellow grass and vestiges of dirty snow here and there. This morning the trees don’t take on a
strange beauty but simply look stark and bare.
This is when we start to think about sandy white beaches and sunshine,
lots of sunshine.
Ah, the getaway. But first we have to recover from our flu and
our cold, we have to check that the bank account can take the hit, we need to
sort out things at work, and that’s when reality sets in. Life is a constant battle towards assurances
and picking up and just taking off is not the responsible thing to do. You ask yourself “why do I always have to be
the responsible one?”
So you pull the covers over your head and
go back into your dream world until the alarm goes off for the second
time. Be responsible, face the world. After all, tomorrow is another day.
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