Dreaming of vacation

Who doesn't?

I'm glad it's a little sunnier this week, but it's still not quite there. And I am really very very ready for the summer. There's something really nice about right now. Spring, after all, is when you get to anticipate summer. And in my mind, there's very few things as wonderful to anticipate as summer.

Because along with the summer comes a sense of relaxation. You can usually look forward to something deliciously slower-paced, warmer, more care-free. It might just be a barbecue with hot dogs and a coldish reubiat. It might be a more elaborate vacation to some tropical place with sun, sand, and ocean waves. Humidity, bathing suits, sarongs and sandals. I'll have to write again about summer clothes.

But back to anticipation. Anticipation saves me from depression. I think it saves me from depression more than the actual thing that I'm anticipating. I feel like we spend so much of our lives waiting for things to happen. And honestly, a lot happens, but it's always going to feel like stuff happens too infrequently. Or at least the good stuff does. That's the wonderful thing about anticipation. It has the ability to fill all the down time between high points.

So I'm anticipating. Right now, I'm anticipating Peru.