Escape. What a fabulous word. When I see it I feel a stirring in my soul.
I think of long road trips with buddies up the coast, hot summers in the band van with five sweaty guys and me, hills hoist clothes lines with flanno's flapping in the breeze, huge barrels full of semi precious stones at the Elephant shop, frangipanis in a pink porcelain float bowl, ping pong tournaments in the sticky heat, red velvet curtains at the half way stop motel, curls tickling my nose as I'm drifting off to sleep, pre-beach Slurpee stops at the servo, felicity marathons on the old mattress, short shorts and even shorter attention spans.
Take me, I'm ready to go.