What I have been considering for some time is a nice, warm, beachy trip that would consist of a lot of relaxation balanced with some creative segments. I have never really had one like what I just described. I believe it would be awesome. I could pretend to be Hemingway and that would be just fine with me. Just give me the crashing waves, some sand and warm breezes with long stents of silence could be transformative. I might not ever come back. My dreams of a hammock suspended between two palm trees might be a little cliché but I would try it anyway.
Maybe I could call up Johnny Depp, he is from Kentucky also and he has an island. Hey Johnny, mind if I come by and hang out on your beach for a couple of weeks? I won’t be in your way and I will share anything in my cooler if you stop by; just saying. I admit that may just be another dream, just add it to the list that grows frequently. Not that I consider it out of the realm of possibility if I write something he might love; maybe a one in one gazillion chance.
Now back to a somewhat believable dream. Besides the dream I am at a loss as how to decide where to go, there are too many choices. I really need someone to decide for me and maybe come along for the fun. Maybe I need to have people fill out an application? Now there is an idea…must like surf, sand, sun, shade and silence, all the s’s…must like fun and must decide where we go so I don’t have to. I any of my diehard readers know of a perfect spot, please feel free to message me. I will take all suggestions under advisement and maybe one day I will take that trip and not just visit there in my imagination. I think I like the idea of the deserted island; I may make this an ongoing theme for some post and we can all dream together of all the things we would do if were stranded…wouldn’t that be terrible?