holiday in the sun

i open my eyes slowly. it is morning. i am restless to get up - there are exciting things to do and interesting people to meet. why would i sleep in? i make coffee and drink it outside, watching the fluffy clouds hanging on the horizon like pieces of cotton wool pinned to a drape of turquoise blue. a cigarette or two. read a book. do some packing. learn to drive. meet up with friends for coffee or lunch or christmas shopping. head down to the beach for a few days of board games and backyard cricket. the long bright days stretch out into warm buzzing nights. i am content. it's good to be alive right now.