Cabin fever has come early this year and I find myself yearning for warm sandy beaches, the sounds of waves slapping the shoreline – the desire to go. As I look out my window and see snowflakes in the air – again – and the cold, cold snow covering the ground and caressing the branches of the trees and shrubs, that yearning burns in my soul and feeds my discontent. I know this too shall pass, but for now I yearn.
Ahhh, yes, the luxury of sand, water and beverages!
But, if I were to leave, if I were to venture off seeking the solace of those things that fill my dreams, my furry girls would miss me. Shasta would miss me the most, I think – the girl who, when left home without me, needs the security of my scent, embodied in shoes and slippers, which she carries to the middle bed because she can lie there and watch the driveway through the window, awaiting my return.
So I will stay home, feel the cold through my windows, read my books, play my iPad games, watch inane TV shows, enjoy the warmth and security of my home and my friends. I will wait. Spring will come as will our Girls’ Week at the coast, and my soul will find its peace and joy.