When the weather gets really pretty I seem to come down with the blues. I don't really know how long this has gone on but I started to recognize the pattern at least a decade back. Now, it's a perfect Florida day: bright blue sky without a cloud in sight; cool, clear air without all the shirt-soaking humidity; and vivid colors of all kinds of things starting to bloom. Mix in some mockingbird tunes and a little jasmine fragrance and you're talking chamber of commerce paradise. Perfect for self indulgent suicidal thoughts, right?
Well, I'm on top of the world, thanks. There's a planet out there that needs saving and a world needing love. Mine.