Sometimes I miss “summer vacation.” Or rather, the “feeling” of summer vacation. That break in time and space when I got a clean, fresh slate… the perception of having no responsibility in no-man’s land… no goal-line in sight… no clocks, no weekends, no gravity to hold me down… just free-floating timelessness…

The only things that still come close are the occasional glimmers of the same sensation… simple pleasures that pleasure simply…

– a big fat unexpected check deposited in the bank that might only last for a few days, but I feel like I am floating on a mountainous, lottery cloud of hope and feathers…

– a new pair of sunglasses that makes me want to go outside in the daylight (!) just to show the world how hot-ass they are…

– finding a $20 dollar bill in a pair of pants that had been buried in a pile of forgotten mysteries for over a month…

– 3 days at Disneyland…

– a random act of kindness from a total stranger…

– a new flavor of anything when I thought I had tried them all…

– the ingenious invention of the “foam” soap dispenser…

– the first few days in a new country…

– “closing time” anywhere, and I have to be kicked out after I have lost track of all time…

– the silent middle-of-the-night while standing at the edge of the ocean at the crack of dawn…

It’s not exactly the same, but I can still have that same feeling… in short, blinding, dizzying bursts.

Happy summer vacation!