And this:
Instead of this…
Collecting seashells…
Instead of collecting icicles:
Jumping waves…
Instead of jumping snow drifts:
The calendar tells us that there are really only 30 days until spring officially arrives. Experience tells us it will still be a good 80 days until spring's fickle whims are just a bad memory and we are wearing our flip-flops for good.
For now, I am dreaming of the beach.
164 days. And counting.
1 comment:
Because I'm too lazy to count up to 164 to figure out when you're going, would you just tell me. We're doing the Outer Banks this year too, beginning of July. We'll be in Salvo. I know you told me before but........ where will you be?
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