Even though this Minnesota winter hasn't hit us too hard yet (knocking on all wood in sight), my head is somewhere else entirely. Somewhere tropical. Somewhere balmy. Somewhere over the rainbow where you get there fast and then you take it slow.
And maybe instead of mixing lyrics from dreamy songs of decades past, you just lie on the beach and absorb the salty air. A few days of not thinking about anything is just what the doctor ordered for anyone stuck under a few feet of snow.