Winter Blues

I suppose you can call it that. Or just a sense of perpetual wanderlust that sets in especially in the winter.

It’s the time of year when everyone (or maybe just me) seems to wonder…why do I live where I live? It’s cold. There’s snow. It’s dreary and a little depressing.

Right now, there are people who are living at the beach, leaving windows open for fresh (and warm) air, wearing short sleeves and even sporting bathing suits. Some call it living somewhere nice, some call it vacation and others may call it retirement.

In the meantime, I need a getaway to summertime. Where the living’s easy.