Only a daydream away. . .

I have that restless feeling that comes when you find yourself needing an adventure or two to liven up your life. I don't have any planned and with my son heading off to college next week, I can't really afford to go to any of the places I would rather be.

So, I'm sitting here picturing myself in completely different surroundings. With mountain peaks and the babble of a cold, clear stream lazily flowing down the mountainside.

I'm seeing myself sitting in a comfy rocking chair on a delightful railed porch attached to a gorgeous log cabin (complete with an indoor Jacuzzi).

I can smell lilacs in the air and there is a crispness beginning to creep in. (I know, I know those are two very different seasons but it is my daydream so I can have anything I want in it).

On the back deck my husband is fixing steaks with baked potatoes and he brings me a perfectly stirred amaretto sour. He hands it to me with a smile and the quick brush of a kiss across my forehead.

A soft breeze begins to blow as the sun slides behind the mountainside. I'm starting to feel that wonderfully relaxed sense you get at the end of a day spent hiking up and down heavily forested paths drinking in the beauty all around. I catch a fleeting glimpse of a few deer darting by and can hear the chatter of squirrels in the treetops.

Then the phone at my desk rings and I am back to my reality.

Still, I know that (to quote Scarlett)tomorrow is another day and my escape is only a daydream away.