We approached our home base. Lights out, strictly protocol for 11:20 p.m. One small, amber glow peeked from behind the dining room window out front. The kitchen ceiling light, no doubt.
The trip back home carried a special significance, if only because Big Blue was on the road again. We both tingled with the ache for a special place. Two weeks away~even at The OBX~can fray one's last nerve.
We clunked into the house, beach groceries & luggage in tow. Those who had preceded us had pretty much left the detritus of the getaway for Mom to clean up.
A shopworn cliché is best illustrated by this snap acquired by my nephew. Another time, another destination, but the sentiment remains the same.
I think I might need a vacation from my vacation, y'all...