Friday, February 08, 2013

Waiting for Spring


I don’t usually remember my dreams, but this morning was different. Last night I dreamt I was on a beach helping a group of kids catch fish with a great big net. I was tanned and much slimmer. I remember the feeling of the sand, the smell of the ocean, everything.

And a younger Burt Reynolds was there, being a bad-ass. Weird.

 Good dream, though.

Today’s high is a sweet 28 degrees. I can’t wait for spring. Maybe there will a beach run in 2013.