Heat
when it's hot out (and boy, is it lov-er-ly out!) i am happier.
this becomes oh-so clear to me when it actually, and unfortunately rarely, gets hot in san francisco. my back relaxes. my mind chills out. my smile shows up even when i'm doing dumb work stuff.
i think it just takes me an inordinate amount of energy to stay warm. in the normal temperate weather here, i always have a second job. remaining above freezing.
all this makes me think more seriously about living in the tropics. last night, lounging about in my surf shorts under the ceiling fan, my mind went tropo. i pictured the hammock. the sand. the rum. i'm not living somewhere like that now because why?
really. if it weren't for my family all living here it would be a no-brainer. as it is, i have a hard time not thinking about the fact that they all followed me here (and frequently thank me for dragging them away from the blizzards of boston) and the possibility that they'd follow me to say... costa rica? sulawesi? the marquesas?
i'm just an island boy at heart. give me sunshine or give me death.
but really, i'd prefer the sunshine. and a mai tai while you're up.
