Luke and I returned late last night from a sun-soaked week in Tucson, Arizona. For those of you who live anywhere near the equator, skip this post and enjoy your year round sun. For those of you who live in the rain logged Northwest or any other artic Northern state, read on.
Each year come October I begin to crave rain. I’m ready for vats of soup, cozy sweaters, and a fire to read by. I love the changing seasons. I don’t mind hunkering down for the winter. The cold wet rain lends itself to writing and reading (my two favorite pastimes). The problem is about mid-February or early March, my love affair with the rainy season is over. I’m done. Not seeing a hint of blue sky for months on end makes me restless. The once refreshing rain has me soggy and has washed all my creative energy away. My poet dad would call this the ides of March. This year I opted to laugh in the face of the ides and seek some sun.
When my best friend from college called to ask if I was game for a trip to the desert with the kiddos, I was clicking the purchase button before we hung up the phone. Luke went cactus crazy with his best buddies, and future bride (pictured above). And for the record, she asked him. She’s a woman of this new century after all. I lounged in the sun, letting the vitamin D seep into my pores. We hiked, swam, and checked under the bed for snakes at night. It was just the hit of sun I needed. I think this must become an annual event.
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