Finding My Own Invincible Summer
This morning I woke up to rain and went outside to drag in all my patio cushions, and the air smelled salty, like the sea, and I thought, “I really don’t want to be spending my time doing this. I want to be writing, baking, exercising, packing for our upcoming move…” But the sea air softly landed on my cheeks, and I smiled as I had a fleeting childhood memory of being with my grandparents in San Diego, with their…
