(The grass is greener.  Photo © 2009 by Robin)

I want to take a long stroll on a sunny, tropical beach.  Or swim and float in a warm sea, drifting in the saltiness.

I want to climb a small mountain (something like Everest would be too much for me) and exalt in the feeling of being close to the sun and the sky.

I want to walk through a redwood forest, feeling small next to giants, inhaling the warm, woody almost lemony scent of the trees.

I want to hike to a waterfall and listen to the sound of the water as it rushes over the rocks.

Or just… go someplace new.  And warm.  Or at least not freezing cold.

It’s February and I’ve got a major case of cabin fever.  I should bundle up, get outside, and take a walk around the pond or the neighborhood or something.

But it’s so cold out there.

See what I mean?  Ice.  Snow.  Cold.