When I was younger,
with less white hair and fewer worry wrinkles,
my most favorite thing to do when things became overwhelming
was to disappear into a book.
A lengthy, historical romance,
with more history than romance.
I would travel to places I had never been,
written about time long past.
I think sometimes I would actually begin to fade,
as I became part of the characters.
Books were, and always will be, my best friends.
They were my safe havens.
I think this summer will be a perfect time for me to fade away again,
deep in the pages of a book.