I came to Stockholm from Tasmania where the median temperature was about 40 degrees f. inside my house as well as outside. After my jet lag subsided I awoke in a room filled with sunlight and warmth. I was ready to race into the sun and bask to my hearts content. My tolerance for basking turned out to be pretty short lived. I was wilting beneath a larger tree in a park longing for but unable to physically walk the distance to the ice-cream shop when our friend Dave called to invite us boating.
How sorry I felt for any sucker bound by land when they could be enjoying the breeze off the waterway.
How sorry I felt for any sucker bound by land when they could be enjoying the breeze off the waterway.
No comments:
Post a Comment