Wind and Coffee

Going from intense clouds of humidity to cool, refreshing days is one of my favorite things about summer. It’s a soft reminder that although things are getting bad, there is always a morning ahead.

Wedding planning is starting to get tough, and my brain’s propensity for juggling trivial things like napkin color and length of bouquet ribbon is suffering. Checking spreadsheets daily and plowing through e-mails with vendors is difficult. I want quiet to read for leisure and think about the stars. I want to go dress-shopping without thinking about how many crunches I have left before I can buy that dress without a stomach from Mod Shop (honeymoon only, I’m not that far gone). I want mental space to prepare for what being a wife really means. The weather’s cute little reminder that the projects will soon culminate in a giant party of celebrating Christ and each other floats up, lounging in the sweet breeze.

Brides, former brides or brides-to-be: What’s your favorite way to de-stress and get away from the craziness?

“Vacation” by Rita Dove

I love the hour before takeoff,

that stretch of no time, no home

but the gray vinyl seats linked like

unfolding paper dolls. Soon we shall

be summoned to the gate, soon enough

there’ll be the clumsy procedure of row numbers

and perforated stubs—but for now

I can look at these ragtag nuclear families

with their cooing and bickering

or the heeled bachelorette trying

to ignore a baby’s wail and the baby’s

exhausted mother waiting to be called up early

while the athlete, one monstrous hand

asleep on his duffel bag, listens,

perched like a seal trained for the plunge.

Even the lone executive

who has wandered this far into summer

with his lasered itinerary, briefcase

knocking his knees—even he

has worked for the pleasure of bearing

no more than a scrap of himself

into this hall. He’ll dine out, she’ll sleep late,

they’ll let the sun burn them happy all morning

—a little hope, a little whimsy

before the loudspeaker blurts

and we leap up to become

Flight 828, now boarding at Gate 17.


About violetprose

Writing pulls me out of myself and into a world of color. It soothes, encourages, and inspires, among other treasures. I use it to love, work, and play. I pray it breathes life and shares hope.
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