Linger in your light

We're back. Against my will. I wanted to stay. As cute bf said, "I could live like this." Simple as that. A tiny one room cabin. A fire when the sun goes down. Searching for Orion's belt in the night sky. Wondering if a roaming black bear, or a curious deer ate the apples from the front yard.

You're damn right baby, I could live like that.

We drove up Friday morning through winding mountains, taking in acres of corn, soybeans, and herds of cattle. We could not have asked for better weather. 75 each day, and 40-45 at night. Perfect Fall.

Oh hell. I'm trying to give you a play by play of the weekend. But that's just not going to work. Here's how it was:

Like floating in perfectly calm, warm water. Easy. Gentle. The most peaceful vacation I've ever had. Like sitting here now, on a Monday morning before work I feel sad. Because I want to go back. I want to ride my horse Rebel through the forest with cute bf turning around to wink at me every so often. I want him to make me another egg sandwich in the tiny kitchen while I read and marvel at a man who cooks for me, and does this dishes. I want to stroll through a tiny shop, and talk about the weather and who hand painted the ornaments. I want to feel cold stream water slip through my fingers again, and laugh at minnows swimming in circles.

I'd like to curl up in a blanket by the fire, and talk about how excited we are for his new job, and how lucky we are.

I'd like to climb rocky outcroppings, and laugh just to hear it echo back at me, my joy multiplied by thousands.

And mostly I'd like to sit, quiet and still with my favorite person while the birds sing, the water flows, and the life moves all around us.

I'll post more pictures later. For now I have to get ready for work, and the real world. And everything that doesn't make sense. I am being cranky, and wishing that I could do exactly want I want, not what I have to do.

So I'm smiling, and pouting.