As we fly back from our very brief trip to southwest Florida
to visit family, I can reflect on the incredible warmth we felt. Oh sure, I’m
talking about the weather, which even by their standards was a bit hot – mid to
upper 80s in the afternoon – for March standards. But also, I’m talking about
the natural flow of uniting with family that we see far too little of
throughout the years.
I thought it was hilarious this morning, at my nephew
Riley’s Little League game, when folks on the bleachers were reaching for light
jackets and sweatshirts. There was a slight breeze. In the shade, it was 68
degrees. Really. Are you kidding me? I was wearing long pants, only because we
were headed to the airport right after the game and it didn’t make sense to wear
shorts for just a few hours. But otherwise, in our brief few days down there,
it was shorts and T-shirts every second of the stay.
Oh. So THAT’S what my arms and knees look like! Other than
the brief few minutes in the shower every morning, and I do mean brief, every
centimeter of potentially exposed skin has been covered during the past several
months of the winter that won’t quit – yes, I know, it snowed back home while
my son James was getting sunburned knees at Jet Blue Park watching the Red Sox
vs. Orioles in the midday heat. The sun felt SO good. My brother-in-law Mark, a
very light-skinned dude, was always scurrying from the direct rays. I was
basking in it. No sunblock needed. It felt soooo good.
Now we are back. The flannel lined pants will be located, as
the temperatures this week look to remain chilly. But for a few days, we could
dream of the warmth that we will eventually feel up here.
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