Thinking about the pros and cons of winter travel. A week’s stay in southern Florida in February is almost surreal. Days on the beach. Evenings at outdoor restaurants. Easy to get lulled into thinking that it’s situation normal, even though, in your heart of hearts, you know that there’s an alternative universe out there that is the polar opposite of what you’re experiencing.
Televised snowstorms in the northeast might be a source of delight for true snowbirds who abandon the frozen tundra for months at a time, but for the casual, short term traveler, they are a source of aggravation. Visions of cancelled or delayed flights, buried cars and snow clogged driveways float in the mind of the short timer.
Now that we’re home, after only a one day delay due to a cancelled flight, my pictures have almost convinced me that it was worth it. For the time with dear friends, of course, that’s a given. For the beaches and al fresco dining. For the wandering down streets after dark in the glow of trees wrapped in tiny lights. For the sea birds, especially the Pelicans. For the freedom to wear shorts and sandals.
Back to the reality of boots, gloves, and scarves. Summer clothes washed and tucked away for now. But that’s okay. Daisy is snoring nearby as I write this. There’s a fire glowing in the fireplace. A steak is resting on the counter ready for a sear in an iron skillet. Grateful that, when all is said and done, home is best. Even if that home has snow outside the door.