WINTER BLUES

WINTER BLUES

It’s cold outside. The rain is falling. Predictions are for snow flurries. More cold is coming.
Who wants to be far away somewhere? On a tropical island, eating in a restaurant hanging from a tree. Sounds good? Sounds great to me. I just need a ticket and I’m there, bags all packed. No ticket is coming my way. Oh well! I’ll just suffer in silence. Well, not really silence. I’m never silent.