lighthouses

The high from Florida waves and from the fascination of the coming of spring is wearing off. Most people turn to God in their more desperate moments; I however reserve God for all the time and turn to this trusty blog. Such hype to come home to wears on my drive to continue my search for a job. I firmly believe one is out there with my name on it in my humble city.
Yet in the busy sore I am comforted by a puffy leather couch and come classical music luring me to calm. I breathe easier when I imagine I'm in a 18th century library with jars of ink and pocket watches and candles to keep the light at night.
Oh how the beachy weather evaporates. Must I always surround myself with either fantasies about living by the ocean or of living among books?
As jumbled as my reflection about post-spring break is, I am contented with the energizing classical. I feel I must make an eclair.