Warmth has been slow to arrive this year, so as I listen to the furnace purr, I'm reliving travels to steamier climes, from the white sand beach of Siesta Key, Florida, to the dark, broad beach at Cox's Bazar in Bangladesh.
I'm remembering the feeling of sand in my toes and the lap of surf in my ears. I'm dreaming of a world where traveling to these places is possible again.
I must need a vacation or something!
