After a long time with grey skies, the sun wants to come out. It tries. It succeeds sometimes. The cold is paralyzing me. I am not a snow/cold-weather girl; I'm from the temperate flat lands of the Southern Cone. And I love the sea. I need warm weather, a view of the water, a blue sky. Chicago's winter weather forces me to stay indoors for long periods of time. My husband recommends a winter sport to learn to love the snow and cold but I just can't. Better to be gone from here these long months.
Better to walk in a forest looking up to catch a glimpse of a warbler or cardinal. Better to stroll on the fine sand of a beach feeling the heat of the sun on my shoulders. Much better to sit at a cafe on a plaza sipping coffee and munching croissants.
Dream on. Dream on. Not too distant in the future I'll be in the heart of Mexico. I just need to be patient. But - I am not known for my patience. I better breathe deeply, read, write, and learn to wait. After all they say: "good things come to those who wait."