To say she was tired of the snow would have been an understatement. Usually she didn’t mind the winter and always looked forward to the snow. This year it was different. Winter felt just a little bit colder and it was working on her mood in a serious way.
Throughout the week her mind kept drifting to thoughts of warm breezes and summer sun until she decided to do something about it. She booked a flight. By the time the weekend rolled around she was sitting in the sands of a warm beach, soaking in the sun.
She stretched and let out a sigh as she turned her face up to the sun. “I’m so done with winter.”
Decor: Nutmeg. Old Wooden Boat
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