You know what I love? Grass between my toes. Walking barefoot across a soft lawn. And bright yellow sunshine. How could anyone not love the bright yellow sunshine? I don't know how it happened in the middle of winter, but I hope it lasts. I think I'm going to lay out in the lawn on a blanket and read all day, and then maybe sleep out here.
[private to Bill]
You should come join me. It's beautiful out here.