Warmth

Alyce discovers sand at Rehoboth Beach, 2009

I love, love the winter. Why? Because of snow, scarves, hats, sweaters, hot chocolate, rosy cheeks, kids in squishy snow pants, the smell of cold, and most of all, because of not being hot. I've said it before and I'll say it again: I can't stand being hot.

But today, after a very long, especially cold January, I've caught myself dreaming of the ocean and warm sand, and yes, of being hot. Well, at least nice and warm. I hope all of you can conjure up similar feelings of warmth today.

That's all I have for now.