Sitting at my desk on an average March day - early afternoon. City maintenance vehicles can be heard banging away on the street 11 floors below as I plod along with my work. The squeak of some un-greased mechanical connection can be heard above the din that sounds suspiciously like an Osprey.
It sounds remarkably like the Ospreys we see nesting along the Florida Gulf coast when we visit there. Would be really nice to be there....and not here. Anywhere (almost) but here.
The cruising blogs I read daily and the wallpaper filling the screen with full sails and blue water just isn't cutting it. I need to get away. For awhile.
