The summer flowers in her hair smelled as sweet as the sun, freedom they rang.
After working all day and night for months she finally had a chance to stop and breathe.
The Oregon trees green and glistening stood tall overhead.
A baby deer playing behind the thick brush.
Her best friend driving her around in his white chevy pick up truck.
He made her breakfast every morning, held her as they fell asleep at night, and smiled when she woke up next to him in the morning.
The perfect summer getaway.
Ambling through old record stores under the Portland skyscrapers.
Getting gelato after lunch in the park.
And then the plane came and it all ended as suddenly as it had began.
But she felt lucky. At least she had this. This to remember as she flew back to greet a different kind of sun.
The Los Angeles, hometown, back to the real world kind of sun.