2/19/2018 - Back to the grind
This title is a misnomer. Upon kissing the foreheads of each to the locals as I departed I glanced at the counter. My cold brew pitcher stood there, empty. My heart sank a little. Then it plummeted as the oldest local looked up at me. Her cerulean eyes pieced my soul as she asked if I wanted to cuddle with her. Coming back from vacation is hard, and the walk to the transport this morning was…