I gaze through our bowed kitchen window and into the back garden. A thick layer of snow which, as you may recall I was longing for, coats the frozen ground and smothers the big, sleeping boulder that in the summer is my tranquil bubble rock.
My feet, bare upon the cool ceramic floor, sense the frigid outdoor temps, and in my ears ring the atonal chords of dancing chimes as they gingerly perform their pas de deux at icy, Winter’s hand.
And then a singular thought comes to mind:
“What the heck was I thinking?”
How I long for the bright sunshine and warm breezes of Hawaii!
Alas, for now I shall content myself with the memory of a golden sunset one delightful November evening as observed from the shore of Kaanapali.
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