It seems like it has been winter for, like… forever. My childish joy when the first fat snowflakes drifted down has now turned to a groan. All day I have resisted the pull to go and shovel the front path. I imagine the three retiree neighbours around me are having a field day grumbling about my lack of unity.
Instead, I have focused on other matters, like changing the linen, cleaning the shower recess and making a batch of No-Knead bread dough. It was at the moment I put my fingers in the water to check if it was ‘lukewarm’ that I drifted off…
…and landed here:
Before I knew what was happening, I could feel the warm wood under my feet. The gentle lapping of the water against the jetty urged me to walk forward. Until I arrived...Here:
Crisp sheets, fresh flowers. The smell of salt in my nostrils. I turned my face up to meet the sunshine… discarded layer after layer of winter clothing, releasing my body to bask in the warmth. The Shock! as I plunge my tired and worn body into the cool water, pushing myself toward the edge… I look up and am greeted by a sweet, smiling attendant. The robe she hands me is soft, silky cotton. I slip it on and follow her to here…
Firm, yet gentle hands work on the angry knots in my back and neck. I feel my whole body start to relax. Delicious smells waft past, lavender, orange blossom. I start to feel lighter, but my eyelids are getting heavier… heavier…feeling sleepy……….“MUM!!…. are you listening? I said I need a drink of water please… MUM!!! What are you doing! You have been stirring that dough for hours!”
Oh.. but it was nice while it lasted…everyone should take a little ‘dream’ holiday. Go on, just do it. Your credit card will never know.
*Thanks to Banyan Tree Seychelles for their beautiful photos…if you ever need a resort tester.. I am your girl.
