We logged plenty of beach time while in Hawaii,
always accompanied by a good book and a cold drink.
The sunshine spoiled me--spoiled me rotten. I occasionally catch myself clicking my heels, hoping to end up back in the sun. There really is no place like the beach . . . Glinda, where are you? Until she arrives with that magic wand of hers, I'll be bundled up in my warmest wools trying to survive these single digit temperatures.