I’m dreaming of the summer! Always, as you know. When I was younger, on sunny winter days in cold, cold Sweden, I used to stay a little longer in bed in the mornings, feeling the sunlight shining in through my window, and for a few minutes pretend that it was actually summer. That I would get up, put on a dress, and then walk out into a sunny summer day. At some point I told this to my neighbor in my dorm and a few months later, he told me that he had started doing the same but that he just got depressed when he finally had to get up and face the fact that it was still winter. (It can be added that he grew up in Africa and is possibly the one person that I know that detest cold weather more than I do.) Fortunately, it is almost like spring right now here in DC, but I still long for the summer. And for the ocean! It’s not so easy for a maritime person like me to be so far away from the sea. Am thinking a week or two in the Dominican Republic – what do you think?
From Zanzibar a few years ago.