Imagine James Taylor's voice singing:
"In my mind I'm goin' to Carolina, can't you see the sunrise, can't you just feel the moonshine..."
I'm tired of being cold. I'm tired of getting up in the dark. I'm tired of days without sun. I'm tired of passing the stomach flu around our family. I'm tired of winter.
So tonight, I am reminiscing about our beautiful week at Edisto Beach, South Carolina. I'm remembering the smell of the salt air, the sound of the surf breaking on the beach and the feel of the warm sun on my face. Where I decided that when I grow up, I want to be a beach bum.