Been back from the Outer Banks for two weeks, and I am somehow still sloughing off dead skin. I don’t mind, though. I forgot how much I enjoy having a tan. I am happier. I feel more alive. Or maybe I’m feeling that way because I was able to live the temporary fantasy of being a writer by the seaside with no real responsibilities, and I was in desperate need of experiencing that fantasy, even just for a week, and the tan is just incidental.
Maybe it’s my lizard brain urging me to make that temporary fantasy a reality.
Something to reflect on, I suppose.
Below are a few photos from the trip. Normal programming shall resume next week.