Well the weekend is here and someone stole the sunshine. It is nasty as all heck outside, raining and crazy windy. Welcome to the Pacific Northwest coast. And of course it is my day off.
I am disappointed. The teaser of sun and warmth, I just knew was too good to be true. I stare at my plant babies outside with newly born blooms, hanging on to their cribs for dear life. I crave the outside. For me being outside is an incurable disease…an addiction.
And here I sit. The screaming banshee singing and praising her weathered soul, while I sit pouting and staring at images of the Cayman Islands.
I love the beach. It doesn’t matter if it is here where I live, or the Islands afar. A beach is a beach but it must have sun and warmth.
I know the sun will be back and will permantly stay for a few months. But I want it now. *STOMP STOMP STOMP*
So here I sit…in my robe, the all-to-familiar friend that wraps its warmth around me for days like this. My flip flops and sneakers back in their place yet again, their existance cut far too short. Devil!