Maine Island Lovers

I don’t daydream. It’s never been a habit of mine, and I’ve never been good at pulling off the JD turn-your-head-slightly-to-the-right-and-stare-off-into-the-distance look. I’m pretty grounded in reality and don’t let much sway me away from my rock solid nonsensical ground.

I guess a day of sitting under flourescet lighting, spent wasting away reading articles and writing articles and researching and assigning can cause any normal person to float up into the clouds every once in awhile, yeah?

Walking home from the Kernel, I began thinking about my next few weeks. I told myself I needed to go running tonight, needed to cook dinner later and needed to get a gift for my dad (Don’t forget, Father’s Day this Sunday!). I would be paid in two weeks, and how exciting because now I have something to save up for (besides bills, utilities, groceries and gas…)

As I began my walk up the hill to my apartment, I started thinking about when I would get to see Blue Eyes again. I thought about that moment, when I would be standing at the airport, waiting. My mind wandered, and I recalled all those times I saw loved ones embrace, the longing ever so present on their face. The hugs that lasted forever, but weren’t long enough.

I began to smile to myself, and as my mind continued to wander, I  allowed myself to be in that moment. It’s still a good month away, but it’s a moment to look forward to.

And then my balloon popped and I came careening back into reality. Boys were playing basketball on the courts beside me, yelling out “rebound!”. A car zoomed by, windows down, bass blaring. A homeless man walked down the opposite side of the road, dragging his backpack, which contained the few items he could call his own.

I realized had a block to go and my day dream was gone. The sun was beginning to set and the storms from yesterday evening had erased the humidity from the forecast.

I shook my head and smiled. It was a good daydream. For a moment I felt as though I was about to be embraced. For a moment, I was on a high. For a moment I saw his goofy smile.

And now I’m here, pondering what to do next:

Do I write my editorial or do I go running?

It is a beautiful day out…