Just Maybe

I think, just maybe, I'm really looking forward to tonight.
A slow but chirpy day in the office with the girls,
The hint of boredom tinged by the flutter of remembering about later.

I'm wondering about the coming March holiday.
Me sitting on the cold sand of Exmouth,
My mind drifting off over the sea.

Where will it go?
I'm hoping, that if all goes well this evening,
Just maybe, it might end up with you.