Born to Be Beach Bums

As usual, the holiday break has come in the nick of time. Total insanity was narrowly averted once again as all of the teachers crawled to the finish line, panting.

Tonight I head to Florida to visit Veronica for four days, and it will be good to leave this bleak northern town.

The ocean calls. White sand. Dolphins. Beach umbrellas flutter in the warm wind. Looking out on the green water, I will be reminded that our destiny, entwined as it is, was decided long ago. We were born to be beach bums!