Summertime is calling me.......

The windows are open...

I am listening to the construction of a swimming pool in the neighbors' yard.

The birds were singing their lungs out this morning.

It is in the 70's here, and my heart is crying out for a trip to the beach.

Ever since I obtained my Driver's license at age 16, I've escaped to the beach, usually on a whim.....

Sometimes....I would enlist the company of a girlfriend, sometimes, I would go it alone.

I yearn for the sand between my toes, the sound of the surf to wake me, cotton candy at the Pavilion, dancing at the Spanish Galleon.....and the sound of "beach music" to keep me company in the evening.

I haven't been able to take a trip for a long time now,...and it is starting to grate on my nerves.

Maybe soon....