I'm having a hard time concentrating on work this afternoon. The music is too good, and I want to listen to the lyrics. Or my mind wanders off on well worn paths of daydreams. The scenery is different every time I take the path, but the path itself is comfortable and familiar.
There are just so many things to think about, to dream about, to pretend about, to plan for, to remember. Sometimes daydreams aren't even real thoughts, just memories of feelings.
Today I'm feeling reminiscent, and it reminds me of summertime. And wicker furniture. At some point in my life, I must have done a lot of daydreaming sitting in a wicker arm chair... or dreamt that I was.
There is something so friendly about wicker furniture, painted or not, with soft patterned cushions decorating it.
Preferably placed in a warm, sunny place. Like on a porch. In the middle of the afternoon on a bright summers day.
Or at the beginning of spring, when you are starting to remember what real sunshine feels like as it shines through the windows and caresses you while you are hidden away from the wind.
Music plays in the background, and you sit in that chair that's full of summertime and coziness, and plan a perfect future. Or a perfect afternoon, or a perfect vacation. Or the perfect daily routine (cuz let's face it, that takes up a lot of my planning thoughts).
Or remember the perfect hug.
All while telling yourself that you are actually reading a book, or sketching a picture. Or that you'll only sit down for a minute.
And what does that remind me of?
I need to go grocery shopping before I can make supper.