It was hard to get out of bed this morning and drag myself to work. All I could think about was the wonderful weekend that had been too short. I kept remembering ocean breezes, sunny skies, beautiful flowers, pretty arrangements of shells, sparkling gems,vintage tulle petticoats dyed in shades of pastels, laughter,and the full moon the night of our bonfire on the beach. All day long I remembered and all day long the hours passed and I got through with a light heart because of all the wonderful memories of the days before. And so this evening I sit on my deck tired after a long day at work, but my spirit is rested because it spent the day reliving a magical weekend.