Are We There Yet?

We've reached that point in the summer when fatigue has set in.  Fatigue, from the lack of Alone Time; fatigue from concern about work; fatigue from worry about the ailing pets; fatigue due to glitches in the body machinery; fatigue from the myriad mundane activities of laundry and tidying and paying bills and so forth.  Fatigue from heat and blazing sun and humidity. Fatigue from everything.

We're tired.

We need a reprieve.  We know we're a tad crabby, and we secretly worry that our cranky and uninspired presence may be a bit unpleasant for other people.  We are prickly balls of irritation and longing. We don't like ourselves much.

We want to hide. We want to be held.  We want to be left alone.
We want to hear kind words and encouraging words, and have marvelous unspoken words of love shown when our needs are anticipated and met without our having to ask.

Where would we go?

Someplace cooler, with shade. Trees. Water.  Someplace simple, with the bare necessities and nothing more.

Time to sit alone. Time to listen to nature. Time to think. Time to walk hither and yon. Time to read or to write uninterrupted.  Time to take a nap. No phone, no e-mail, no demands. No pets to feed. No mail to sort.  No toilets to scrub.

We could talk with our companions about profound things or inconsequential things, or even just enjoy silence together.

We could finally regain some serenity.  That would be lovely.