Today the sun is shining, but it is cold and windy. Neither my husband nor I want to go out in it. I long for a heat wave; I am not pleased with being shut inside with no desire to go out.
I picture a beach, with sandy shores, and the sand is really white, and there is one palm tree at the end of the beach and it is tall and full of dates. It is waving in the breeze, and the air is warm, and my toes are squishing in the water because I am standing at the edge of it. I have no desire to go into the water; just to stand in the breeze and feel the warm air running through my hair, soothing my face.
Six months to go.