Spring is a big teaser this year - the sky is a beautiful deep blue, the breeze just enough to make the weather perfect, nights even more enhanced by the clear skies and temperatures that seem plucked from a fairy tale. Of course, I enjoy this mostly from the comfort of my office, a spectacular view to behold on the other side of my window - the building next door, with an identical window, and the small row of shrubbery beneath each.
It is days like these that I fantasize about my certainly-to-come-one-day lottery winnings the most. I picture and imagine, in detail, firstly how and who I would tell about winning. Then there would be the passports for all of the kids to arrange. Scheduling of visitation with their father, because you can't return from Rome or Syndey or Galapagos every other weekend! And the beaches we'd see.. the house I'd buy that would require attention to the lawn- because with unlimited time I would have a yard that the entire city envied.
I would truly become a child of the sun.
Ah April, how you taunt me so.
