Today was one of those perfect days. Clear blue sky. No clouds. Quintessential summer. I got myself a zipcar and headed up to the North Shore. It's been 15+ years since I drove a car every day and I hardly ever miss being behind the wheel. But the one thing I do miss is jamming to the tunes and belting out a song at the top of my lungs. Today's drive up to the beach was perfect and I cranked up my ipod to the likes of songs from Glee, Adele and Florence and the Machine.
My sister and I spent much of our formative years in Jupiter, Florida and the two of us, we have this thing. Do you know those songs that really speak to you, make you feel something? When we hear one of those songs, we keep driving. We could be just about home, look at each other and say "drive by the beach?" and off we'd go belting out a tune together. Today as I was cruising up the highway, Glee's version of When I Get You Alone came on and it brought me back to my Florida days sitting in my sister's old school red Saab and driving by the beach so as not to miss a second of a song we love. I played that song at least three times today.
I ended up at Wingaersheek in Gloucester and sat at the beach for hours soaking in the sun (with 45 sunblock of course), flipping through my magazines and reading on my Kindle. It was the perfect summer's day.