What happens on holidays?

Annual holidays left me with some sort of nostalgia which is making me feel incredibly relaxed in a happy/sad sort of way but also forces me to ask why on earth I am not living my everyday life the way I do on holidays. What is wrong with the other 50 weeks in a year and why am I not making the most of them as well?

Is it possibly because I am not surrounded by this every day?

forest on a summer day

And this:

startled wild ducks flying off the jetty

Or this:summer morning path through the forest

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