kooka-burra's Diaryland Diary

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Muskoka

Okay i am done. done. done. done.
I finally finished the template for Lauren. She likes it so I'm happy.

Hum... ... ...

*sigh*

yaaaaaah... ... ...

sooo

RIGHT!!!

Valentines days tomorrow. how did that not come up!!

well i think i might be festive - see if i can pull out some red clothes or something. we'll see any way i'm single and proud (...) so Valentines day kinda sucks! Joanna and Sophie are going to be my Valentine!! yay!

Today in Dance, AJ, my student teacher did some Yoga. And he did the whole... "lie down and close your eyes... *plays really bad music that i can tell is from the 70's with water falling and birds chirping in the background... fantastic*... imagine yourself in a meadow..." blah blah blah.

well he came to a point where he wanted us to think of a place where you were the most happy. i relized that i had never thought of this before... so i start going through a little slide show in my mind of all the nice places I've been to when one jumped out a grabed a hold of me.

I was at Kelly's cottage in Muskoka, then i moved my day dream to a place they own called Sandy Beach. I'm really comfortable on a soft Egyption Cotton towel (my day dreams are high class) the sun was really warm, covering me like a blanket, in my bathing suit, drying off. Then AJ goes and says "...is there some one with you? A friend? Some one you love..." Unintentionally my mind shot up and image of kelly lying beside me. Maybe because it was his cottage, may be because i feel totaly comfortible around him... I don't know, but it was strange. i knew i should make him go away but i couldn't. what the hell i thought It's my day dream I'll do what ever the fuck i want.

Writing this i remembered something i wrote in grade 7. i was in Boston at the time and we had to write a mini thing about what we did over the summer. i wrote about that year at Muskoka. It's not good writing, very bad really. But i was not a fantastic writer, not like i am now (...)

The next day, Kelly and his family and I pack up and head to Muskoka, a popular recreation destination. When we get there, we hop into their boat and head to their island, where we will stay for the next week. As the boat goes faster I feel the wind pull my hair back, I close my eyes and cold water splashes on my face, I feel like I’m flying.
A few days later, Kelly took me to a small clay beach that his family owned, named Sandy Beach. The huge holes of clay in the clear water seem not to be there untill you fall right in. We rest on the beach and the warm rays of sun covers us like a blanket and almost puts me to sleep.
“Happy Birthday,” we call the next day as Kelly walks down the stairs, his head still in dreams. But to see him smile, even a sleepy one, makes me smile even wider. We laugh and laugh, and even eat ice cream with breakfast. I wish I could have stayed longer.

and after reading this over i remembered the feeling i had when i was writing it, even though it was so long ago i can remeber the feeling exactly. The longing, i wanted to be there so bad. Wanted to stay there for ever... a never ending summer.

11:28 am - Monday, Feb. 13, 2006

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