But every once in a while I trick my brain into forgetting all of this. And forgetting all about the grading and the studying.
And sometimes, just sometimes, this becomes my idea of a perfect moment.
He is risen. He is risen indeed.
24.4.11
Contentment
I notoriously hate the beach. I'm not big on sand, or deep water, or sunburns. I absolutely detest wearing a bathing suit no matter how cute you may think it is. My family comes to the beach where I live (yes, I hate the beach and I live by it. I'm aware of how crazy that sounds) every year for Easter and I spend most of my time working at the table or on the front porch.
But every once in a while I trick my brain into forgetting all of this. And forgetting all about the grading and the studying.
And sometimes, just sometimes, this becomes my idea of a perfect moment.
Happy Easter!
He is risen. He is risen indeed.
But every once in a while I trick my brain into forgetting all of this. And forgetting all about the grading and the studying.
And sometimes, just sometimes, this becomes my idea of a perfect moment.
He is risen. He is risen indeed.
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I always think I like the beach more than I do. I love the sea, but sand is just annoying ;) I'd be a bit too paranoid about sand in my yarn to knit on the beach, but that pic does make it look like a perfect moment!
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