The Haziness of a Summer Holiday

The weight of worries lifted by a strong purple evening sky The blissful feeling of insignificance inflicted by the towering mountains The sun bleaching your retinas blue The sip of wine at lunch because “hey, I’m on me holidays” The water that carries your bones to the shore The fisherman who you seem to deeply offend with your outfit The food, so fresh that you could float away after a bite The bathrooms that limit your showers to a few minutes (don’t spend longer than you need to in there) The clink of glasses toasting the joy of summer