Summer

I am already lost in the fog of work. People, tasks, theory, papers, politics. How can one simple job create so many things to think about ?

Then last night in bed I looked at some photos from the summer and found one of the beach. My summer of freedom.

I instantly remembered the feeling of walking on an empty beach on a beautiful warm sunny morning and my absolute joy at being there mid week with nothing at all to think about other than being happy.

I am going to hold on to that moment and when the madness descends I am going to breathe and think of beaches in summer.