{"id":1299,"date":"2015-05-21T13:00:36","date_gmt":"2015-05-21T20:00:36","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.bukkhead.com\/blog\/?p=1299"},"modified":"2015-05-21T08:25:37","modified_gmt":"2015-05-21T15:25:37","slug":"floating-and-hoping-tomorrow-will-go-away","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.bukkhead.com\/blog\/2015\/05\/21\/floating-and-hoping-tomorrow-will-go-away\/","title":{"rendered":"Floating and Hoping Tomorrow Will Go Away"},"content":{"rendered":"

Postaday for May 21st: Linger<\/a>.\u00a0<\/strong>Tell us about times in which you linger \u2014 when you don\u2019t want an event, or a day to end. What is it you love about these times? Why do you wish you could linger forever?<\/em><\/p>\n

At first the swimming pool was freezing cold, but then we got used to it, and we splashed around and clung to the side and talked and splashed some more and just floated by ourselves. Now the pool is cold again, and we\u2019re stubbled with goosebumps. But we don\u2019t want to get out.<\/p>\n

We\u2019re shivering and the sun over there is shrugging its shoulders. Looking down at the edge of the sea and getting ready to set. We\u2019re kind of of hungry because we\u2019ve been in the pool for three hours, and three hours without food while you\u2019re on vacation is tantamount to starvation. And yet we can\u2019t get out of the pool.<\/p>\n

Our hair is nearly dry, so long has it been since we dunked under, but we still find ways to bob and make small waves, and so our shoulders are wet. They\u2019re the coldest part of us, just above the water where it laps against clavicle and shoulder blade. Maybe that\u2019s why we\u2019re reluctant to leave: the towel\u2019s over there, on the chaise, and it\u2019s so far away.<\/p>\n

Or ancient memories of yesterday, when we were in the pool for hours, so long the muscles in our legs atrophied, and when we pulled ourselves out we felt like we weighed a thousand pounds each. We linger because we don\u2019t want to feel so heavy. And the siren calls of a hot shower and room service and a pay-per-view movie are too faint to compel us. We\u2019re deaf to the future.<\/p>\n

Even though we\u2019re shivering and our fingertips have turned into wrinkly old men.<\/p>\n

If we get out of the pool, we\u2019ll have to go to our room, where we sleep, which brings tomorrow, which brings repacking, a ride to the airport, returning the rental car, that slow rental car shuttle, checking in, the long security line, waiting to board, the cramped airplane seat, the meager four ounces of complimentary beverage, the clenched fist turbulence, waiting for rude people to rush off the plane, baggage claim, car retrieval, a boring familiar highway, the dusty smell of a house closed up for a week, and then work, and then life, and then, and then\u2026<\/p>\n

And then no more swimming pools. No more weightlessness. Last night\u2019s luau and yesterday\u2019s snorkeling will be last week\u2019s and then last month\u2019s. This morning\u2019s photo with the sea turtles will be just a piece of paper or an image that floats by on a screen saver.<\/p>\n

We don\u2019t want to go. Even though we\u2019re shivering and it\u2019s getting dark and we\u2019re the only people left, even though there\u2019s a sign over there, frowning at us and telling us the pool closes at dusk, even though we know we can\u2019t stay here forever, we\u2019re hoping we can make forever last just a few more minutes.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Postaday for May 21st: Linger.\u00a0Tell us about times in which you linger \u2014 when you don\u2019t want an event, or a day to end. What is it you love about these times? Why do you wish you could linger forever? At first the swimming pool was freezing cold, but then we got used to it, … <\/p>\n

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