Leaving the Lake
Back to our schedules,
to WiFi, to our own
sheets and coffee cups,
our water
pressure, our dry air.
Sand in the crevices,
drizzling from our uniforms:
evidence that we ever got a break.
Sun tattooed into my skin,
slowly fading,
setting.
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A vacation lives long before and after the actual getaway. You’ve detailed the sorrow and pleasure of returning. Very live.