It's 19 degrees out tonight as I write this. I just heard the furnace kick on. If that doesn't make you want to head for warmer climes, I don't know what would.
Right now, I wish I was sitting down at Ted's Hideaway in South Beach. Or maybe hanging out at Playwrights on Washington Street. Enjoying the beach by day and spending the warm nights enjoying the scenery and sipping on a cold Stella.
The dark dismal days of winter are setting in now. It's getting dark around 4:30pm. This is the time of year when you ask yourself why you live where you do and why you don't just pull up stakes and head for the tropics. I've been asking myself that same question for years.
I remember my first trip to Florida. Spring Break in Daytona Beach. The weather was great and the beach, although not the kind of beach I like to visit now, was heaven. Good friends, cold beer in the Ocean Deck tiki bar on the beach, sun, fun........ hmmm how perfect it feels to walk down the beach on your first day of vacation. Or sit down at the outdoor bar and order up a cold beer or a Bacardi and Coke.
Ever since then, the beach in a warm tropical place has been my idea of the perfect escape from the realities of every day life.
I love waking up and walking out onto the patio with a cup of joe and feeling the sun on your face. Listening to the birds squawking, eating breakfast in an outdoor cafe. Knowing that your biggest problem of the day will probably be deciding what type of beer to buy next door at the little market or what restaurant to go to for lunch.
Here in the great white north, I sit here watching the temperature drop another degree by the hour. It's now 18 degrees and I have to get up in 5 hours to go to work...............
Time to get the plans rolling and get out of here before I freeze up.
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