“Jenny?” Paul’s voice called from the study. “That you?”
“What’s on the counter?” she called back, shuffling through the brochures and advertisements. Obviously, her husband had another vacation in mind and his destination appeared to be Africa.
He came into the room and wrapped his arms around her thin waist. She snuggled her blonde head into his shoulder. No matter how long or tiring the day, this was where she could find rest.
“So, what do you think?” He pulled away from her and grabbed the information he had picked up at the travel agency. “We’ve never been on a safari.”
She kicked off her pumps and collapsed on the sofa, tucking her feet up under her. The pictures did look inviting. Wide grassy plains, blue skies, wildlife everywhere in its natural habitat, roaming free. Hippos, elephants, leopards, zebra, and magnificent lions. Victoria Falls, the pink flamingoes at Lake Nakuru.
She looked out the patio windows, the snow continuing to fall on the Chicago cityscape. From their ninth floor apartment, the lights still illuminated the sky. At any time of day or night, in any season, the view was fantastic. They were just high enough to see Lake Michigan on a rare clear day, yet low enough to catch the interesting architecture of the neighborhood. She had to admit that she loved to travel, but she loved her home just as much. (From Chapter 2, “Where the Sky Meets the Sand”)
Is anybody else planning summer vacations? Or maybe you can't wait for summer and are going somewhere warm and sunny in the next month? I think that’s the only thing keeping me going, as we face more snow in the forecast this weekend.
If you want to escape to Africa without getting on a plane, you’ll want to read “Where the Sky Meets the Sand.” You can buy a copy at Amazon.com or message me and I’ll mail you one.
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