I've come to the conclusion that James Taylor wrote Carolina in My Mind in February.
And quite possibly at a beat-up blue desk somewhere in Northern Indiana.
Friday was our 10th school cancellation this winter.
Let's pause for a moment of reflection.
I just want some green, man.
A vast, sweeping elimination of all the white.
The good news? It was sunny today.
The bad? -800 degree windchill.
Or something around there.
In my mind, I'm gone to Carolina.
Heck, I'm in Sochi. (It's really just a lateral move at this point, and I could get my "green" fix via Lithuania from the warmth of a Taipei snuggie.)
Since I've mentally checked out from my geographical reality, I thought I'd share some pics from last Summer that I never got around to sharing. For therapeutic purposes.
It's called grass.
It's called bare knees on the small humans.
We're all so relaxed and alive.
Can't you just see the sunshine?
(Ain't it just like a friend of mine, to hit me from behind?)
Flowers and other signs of life.
Walks and bike rides.
Unfrozen nose hairs.
(I'm cryin', ain't I?)
To my right, there was a patio set where only the very tops of the chairs were visible.