I have been working my ass off lately (one is tempted to add literally but that would end up sounding gross). So when I had the opportunity to go up to Gloucester for the evening I decided to make it the fastest possible vacation that fit with my schedule, which was to take a half day off and get the hell out of town as soon as I could.
It turned out that Friday was unseasonably warm and it really did feel like a summer holiday. I don’t drive much so long trips by myself can be kind of fun. I kept the windows down the whole way and played music so loud I missed some of Clive’s directions. There was no dog panting in the back.
As soon as I crossed the bridge into Gloucester I could smell the sea. This always reminds me of being in the car as a kid, crossing the bay to the Jersey shore. We usually ran the air conditioning while on the parkway but I’d always roll down the window and lean out once we were close. The sea smell was one reason I liked living down by Fort Point Channel, that and the sound of the gulls.
The night was just like a vacation and when I got in the car to drive back I was so tired I thought I should put on some happy, upbeat music to sing alone with, so I sat for a long time tossing CDs aside because hey, I don’t own any of that.