New dolly, darlings. Christian and Satine in a very cutesy pose. Please, do appreciate. :)

With a casual offer, my entire world turns golden, shaken with streams of light that flow like sunrise wine over desert sands. I’m vanishing into the straight horizon of roads that lead down to windswept canyons from Wednesday to Sunday. Despina, that girlish friend who defines the words ‘impulsive sweetness,’ invited me to come with her family on vacation, knowing that I’d been very unfairly robbed of a graduation trip. So I won’t be back until Monday or Tuesday next week-- probably will spend my creative outlet with a dainty notebook and Despina’s patient ear.

As I pack, I fold hopes in there as neatly as that crisp poplin blouse that lies in smooth lines. My teal-blue ribbed swimsuit whispers promises of swimming in a lake that sparkles brilliantly at my arm as it rises smoothly, cutting through the gentle waves. I see smoky campfire nights with my kerchief and cropped pants, and my pajamas tell me that we’ll sit under ebony skies alight with distant fire, just watching the stars come out into full glory and hearing the water brushing the shore.

I always dream the water to be bluer than it is.