There we go. Bags packed. Pool covered. At least the sun is back out after a night of thunderstorms.
The house is empty - Ben has gone to school, and Gill to work. Chuck will drive me to the airport soon. What is left of a holiday? A hat. Some photos. The emptiness of an ending, and the anticipation of a return.
I think I should sit out in the sun for a while. I love the sun. The blue sky. The simplicity and purity and wonder of a pure blue sky. No clouds. I do enjoy it when there are no clouds - life seems so much better without the clouds. It's not the heat (I like the heat) it's the blue sky I love the most. Unfettered sight of the sun.
What's left of a holiday? Just a little more of that...