Muse Monday: The weather is lovely

Throughout my adult life I have frequently used the phrase “I live in my own little world, but that’s okay because…” I end the statement one of three ways. 1) I am queen. 2) They know me there. 3) The weather’s great.

Today, I’m leaning far towards the last option.

The weather outside is nasty. It’s windy, it’s overcast, it’s gray, it’s ugly, and it’s snowing. We’ve gotten almost six inches of snow in the last twenty-four hours. It’s May 12th, for heaven’s sake!

In my head, it’s 75 degrees and sunny. Absolutely gorgeous.

When I’m really deep in my writing, I actually do escape into the world I’ve created. If I’m hot here, I can make it cool there, or the other way around. When I’m sweating and thinking that summer is never going to end, I can escape to a mountain top in December. When it’s May 12th and snowing, I can run to an imaginary beach somewhere. In my opinion, that’s awesome.

Obviously, at some point, I have to come back to reality. I have to face the fact that it’s snowing outside and I have to go clean off my windshield. AGAIN. But, for that hour or so, I really enjoyed being at the beach. It was warm and sunny and quite enjoyable. It might have only been a break inside my own head, but I’ll take whatever break I can get. Especially after the wind picks up and blows all of the snow off of the tree straight onto my car. Seriously, that’s what it looks like. There’s nothing new around my car, just on it. This should be statistically impossible.

The car can wait. I don’t have to go anywhere for a few hours. I think it’s time for me to head back to that beach. Just for a little while. 🙂

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