Frank Sinatra. Classic. How can you go wrong? Well, you can't. Summer Wind. Sweet.
I can feel it slipping away. Summer is so short here in Maine. Too short. Some say we have two seasons here, winter and July/August. That just ain't nat'rul.
I used to teach-and worked very hard, but there were those 5 weeks in the summer where you could rejuvenate. I have a hard time watching my neighbors who are teachers, well until next week when they have to start draggin' their sorry asses out of bed to leave the house by 7:00.
All season I am surrounded by tourists vacationing and I sit in an office-gazing out the window at "it". When my administrative assistant heads out for lunch I make her promise me she'll come back. If I had a week off or something, it might help.
Today I'm going to zip down to the beach, (since I'm not working...shhhh, don't break the good karma), with a book and a pair of sunnies and catch me an hour or so of vacation time, and the summer wind.