The sun is out again.
I am trying to absorb the rays, to somehow store them deep inside me,
under my skin so that when once again,
when I am forced back into my sealed chamber,
I will glow with light and memories of this past week.
I did not take a grand vacation,
or even an overnight trip.
Instead I went inward.
My vacation was silence, stillness, and rest.
To heal from weeks of constant chaos and stress.
I sat on the porch in the sun and shade.
I watched birds come to the feeder with the cat at my feet.
I read books, and wrote.
I ate when I was hungry; I slept when I grew weary.
I pushed the ugly aside, and replaced it with beauty.