visions of Hawaii
The day is cold and grey, a temporary end to sunshine and sunsets. In January on the West Coast cold and grey has its place, though visions of Hawaii dance in my brain and even the North appeals, being cold and bright, a feast for the eyes if not a comfort to the heart. Something about this damp cold cuts through all heat sources to the bones of my soul and stirs my desire to be just about anywhere else that involves sunshine and heat. Endurance has its limits; I’d like a different reality please and thank you very much.