Going Home

Your life is a very long weekend.
Live it. Love it.
Bask in the heat of the sun.
Smell the sweet scent of the trees that the cool wind carries.
Pick that ripe fruit and taste its bittersweetness.
Play in the sand.
Run like a kid on the fresh blades of grass.
But when your skin starts to ache
Or your feet get blisters
When your hair dries up
Or when you start to feel your empty stomach
When you get tired
Pack your bags
Go home
I'll be waiting.