beach blues

Vacation at the beach during the winter isnt as glamorous as it may sound.
Perhaps its not the rainy weather or empty streets. Maybe its merely that I'm not vacation material. Relaxing, meditating and observing, they are all so difficult to do. Crazy how on one hand, during the semester we complain and dread our assignments and meetings. Yet on the other hand, on vacation do nothing seems just as torturous.

snow day thoughts.

At night.
The earth sparkles from moonlight.
As if a reflection of the stars.
Pure joy, to be eaten, thrown and dusted.
A kite
could not be higher
than our rusted
worries.

As it falls, they lift away out of sight.