Because Vacation

I can smell it in the wet air of the cold and rainy late June: it smells warm and fresh and salty, like the golden rough sand that stubbornly glues itself to your skin after a day at the beach. I can hear its bells and whistles loudly singing in my heart: they sound like seagulls and the blue waves rustling foamy on the shore while you watch them from the board at sunset. My pulse increases its tempo at the mere thought of it: Vacation is coming!

Till then, I can hardly focus on anything but little girls who feel exactly like I do about vacations, I’m sure 🙂