I’m home and remembering sunsets in Aruba.
It was a long last day as we savored a last morning with a beach walk, breakfast outside with the waterfall, the hotel iguanas in the glory of summer living. We packed and then we waited for the bus to the airport and then on the lines for tickets, through Aruba customs, US customs in Aruba…and waiting with a small pizza(cold) and junk food. Finally we were on the plane and ready and then… we sat for another hour…waiting for a couple to get through security.
But finally we were up and flying and I love a good plane ride even in the tiny seats. I was still in my sandals, refusing to accept the coming winter reality. I opened my computer and ran through my set of photos and this Aruba Sunset held me in its grip and this morning I am home in my winter pjs holding this moment.
I have a free day ahead of me to wash clothes, read my mail, work on a digital piece for Thursday,read Slices 🙂 and breathe in home over the Hudson.
As I look out the window, there’s that familiar frost but basking in sun. One out of two is not bad right?