Staring out the window of the plane,
Into the earth below, fields and roads passing by
like a board game.
The palm trees and humid air,
Salt water and sand everywhere.
The blue skies and blistering sun gleaming down.
Through the small town square
The warm wind whipping against my face,
Salty air rushing through my hair.
Finally to the beaches,
Hot to the touch from the sun.
The water cold and refreshing.
The sunshine state,
The warm beaches and
The occasional refreshing breeze.
Burying my feet in the sand and lying back
In the perfect oasis,
A home away from home.