Holiday

We have escaped our usual life. Slipped away in the early hours, car packed to the brim with playfulness. Summer clothes, buckets and spades, a beach tent. A lot of organising to then be free. To set up camp, miles away. To play pretend house for a while. Sun-kissed cheeks, bbq lunches and a sun cream smell in salty hair. Memories being made, a feeling of summertime joy. The light seems different here, but how can that be? We haven’t ventured that far. I wonder if it's the fact we are sitting out more, it makes me appreciate the way the light and the sun feels first thing in the morning. I wouldn’t normally take time to eat a slow breakfast outside. Dinner too, watching the sun set and the bats appear in the dusky twilight. This is why it's a holiday, a chance to live a pretend, slower, easier life for a while.

I wonder how these words and this challenge will work alongside this. I have a curiosity rather than a worry of how this may or may not work out. I’m hoping to find small amounts of time for the writing as I am feeling the benefits of giving time over to it. I think this is the sort of thing you can bring on holiday in the same way we bring other habits along. I don’t need a break from this and so I will commit to writing whilst here in a new place and welcome anything new that wants to creep in. It may just be about ice cream. I think that’s ok.