Transition
Basking in the sun.
Watching the waves come in.
Wading along the water’s
edge,
not meaning to get my
shorts wet,
but did anyway.
Listening to the squawk of
sea gulls.
Watching the pelicans dive
bomb fish.
and the dolphins make graceful
arches
in the distance.
Boat rides and visits to
the aquarium.
Watching ships come in at
the docks.
Eating out every day.
Shopping for souvenirs.
Playing Quiddler and
Splendor with Sis.
The best of times,
but they go so fast.
And getting back to the
ordinary
is like swimming upstream
against the rapids,
especially enclosed in a
small space
with fourteen children
during a snowstorm.
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