Spring Break

Nothing was open.

Not the restaurants.

Or the ice cream parlors.

Or the mini golf.

It was too cold to be outside.

I thought, several times, about packing up.

Going home.

Calling it quits.

It would have, I think, been easier at our house.

With their toys.

The space.

The comforts and conveniences of every day life.

But I couldn’t do it.

This place is special to us.

Even when the weather doesn’t cooperate.