bone dry. that’s how we feel here in the middle of our idaho winter. our hair is full of static cling. our cheeks ask for just a splash of sunshine. our skin begs us for a drink. our feet and hands become sandpaper. our lips cry out for chapstick, on threat of cracking. me & my friends are thirsty. thirsty for fun. thirsty for adventure. thirsty for a change of scenery.
last weekend i grabbed a friend & snuck away to the big city 2 hours from home. we saw a hockey game (quel violence?!), went iceskating downtown in the sunshine & had a late supper at a mediterranean diner (can you say baba ganoush?!). the streets were full of traffic & homelessness, things we really don’t have at home. we window-shopped & walked those city blocks in our dress-up shoes until our feet squirmed in agony.
it was only 24 hours. but i was quenched.
but it wasn’t the city or the sights. it was the friend.