It is so hot, I am hallucinating.
Seriously, I can see waves of heat wafting up from the pavement, rolling off the cars, and shimmering in the well saturated air.
Why is it that, when it is hot, the abundance of cars and pavement seem to make it feel that much hotter?
Or it is perhaps that I am more irritable and less tolerant with people and their idea that they are the only ones that need to get some where as fast as possible?
"I'm in a hurry to get things done...I rush and rush until life's no fun"
All those cars, all that rushing... all those heat waves making themselves visible... I think I need a more simple life.
The life of the beach bum intrigues me.
Spending days upon days... and weeks upon weeks on the beach. Now that, my friends, is the life. *Sigh*
Last summer I visited Natchez, Mississippi (okay, I know, talk about humidity and heat!) and fell in love with this charming southern city on the banks of the Mississippi. Green landscaped yards, wide verandas, cool river breezes... I envision myself selling my house here and spending my days on one of those verandas drinking iced tea (Unsweetened as I am not going to pretend to be southern) and writing my memoirs or reading fabulous books from sunrise to sunset...
And I would be bored out of my mind within a week, but the idea is truly nice. Add a porch swing and a southern gentlemen with an Australian accent (that part is pure fantasy of course, but it is my fantasy) and... life would be perfect.
The simple life!
Of course, when I am truly feeling like I need to escape, I picture something like the storyline of Under a Tuscan Sun or transplant myself to my cousins sheep farm/ranch/station (?) in somewhere Western Australia... both with old roomy houses, high ceilings, limited technology, fresh produce, little traffic/noise... and what I imagine to be, a simple life.
But, for now, I am not enjoying the simple life despite my attempts to further a simplistic lifestyle.
In fact, I am one of those people who runs from this place to that.
In fact, I have three minutes to get to my meeting!!
Rush, rush, rush...
"All I really need to do is live and die, but I'm in a hurry and don't know why..."
And someday there will be....
birds singing, the breeze blowing, the sounds of waves rippling... and the voice of that sexy Australian who haunts my dreams...