There's a chill under my skin that I can't shake.
It must be Christmas!
The winter air has lingered, staying cold and unfriendly despite their being no more than traces of snow. If I ever move across state lines again I'm picking a place that is sunny and warm twelve months out of the year. Seattle is great, but I know that when I get back in a week the weather will be the same as it is here in Syracuse.
But there is a certain joy from sitting in front of a roaring fire and feeling the heat soak into your body and heat your bones. Something about the warmth of a flame that feels better than any other heat source (the only exception being a loving woman).
Nevertheless, having to curl under a blanket and throw on an extra hoodie has my mind wandering to warmer climates. I missed the sun so much today I changed my Facebook picture to a summer shot of Alki Beach, just to add a little sunshine into my life.
Too desperate?
But with each chill in my toes my mind races to warm sand under my feet, the rush of sea water crashing against the shore, and cool margarita in my hand and sun tanned skin. I find myself reclined in a beach chair with a good book, with the soothing melody of wooden chimes in the wind.
No worries, only six months until the sun really comes back.
But for now, care for a margarita?
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