A warm breezy summer day, but we’re stuck inside
Finishing up something or the other at work
Sitting in our home office, getting antsier by the hour
At 3pm we exchange a glance
Should we? Should we not?
I nibble on my nail, he says don’t
We know it’s time to move
Work can wait, this can’t

We begin to pack a satchel, with nervous anticipation
Wine, wine glass, cheddar cheese, Takis
A hardback book for him
Knitting tools for me
A blanket and some cushions
And we’re ready to move

A warm breezy summer day, we’re now outside
The car roof down, hair flying in the breeze
Pink Floyd and The Moody Blues playing in the background
Suburbs turning into mountains, woods, water bodies
In just an hour, we are transported elsewhere

We hit the cliffs and see the beach below
Our twentieth time visiting it, but it never fails to surprise
As we descend, we feel grateful
For simple pleasures, nature, life