The week before summer vacation began, I was working on my end-of-the-year work checklist that needed to be completed before leaving for summer. On a warm Wednesday of the week before vacation, Wandering happened somewhere inside of me and it was time to go. Oh my restless gypsy soul, I still have a few more days of work to work, why did you show up so early?
I woke up, this Wednesday, and I wore a green dress. The only dress, and I've got many, that makes me look at myself in the full length mirror more than once to double check the length. One time, then once more...and one last time. Its always the same conclusion, its not too short, especially if I wear it with flats...maybe covered-toe flats...otherwise, too much skin? I wore the green dress.
I don't know if it was the warmth of the day, the green dress and opened-toe shoes, my messy curly hair, or my nerves about dancing Salsa that night but I was ready...I was ready for Wandering: to capture something new, to see something different, to feel something more. But it's Wednesday and I still need to go to work.
And it happened that on that warm Wednesday morning, I rearranged my office and I captured something new. I moved my desk closer to the window and I saw something different. I organized my books, my photos, my things and I felt something more. My movement, my vision. Mine. My gypsy yearning felt satisfied. I went along the rest of the day and did my work. And I did good work.
The rest of the days before flying out to my summer of music adventure were hectic. As if by gypsy magic, in the middle of this most hectic week, I spent time with someone whose company I really enjoy...as if by magic, it started in a concert and there was music, later there was food and some cake too. There was slowly melting chocolate. And then I really knew that the summer of music had begun before I even left.
|One Republic and The Script|
And then I left...