Few are so lucky as to only know winters where sweaters are an after thought. Every day that presents a clear blue sky and a sun warming the ground I walk on reminds me of my west coast love. Sitting on heated stone under archways falling in and out of day dreams while skimming the classics before returning to the sound reality. Warm tones feeding my soul and igniting a bliss more powerful than any tangible entity. Focusing on these moments, the simple gifts of nature, will bring grand satisfaction. Should I be so fortunate to live in an eternal summer, everyday is a fresh start to this life in paradise.