Every few years, I want to take a warm weather vacation after the weather turns cold in Ohio. I want to put toes in the sand, hear the crash and thrum of waves on sand, feel the radiating sunshine pulsing on my bleached white brow, and drink a cold beer while the condensation beads up on the bottle.
I want to see turquoise water against yellow brown sand, sit under a brightly colored beach umbrella or covering made of palm fronds, and read a book in bright sunshine. I want to walk on the gritty sand, look for an interesting sea shell or two, and watch a sailboat scudding across the waves and framed against the far horizon.
In short, I want to get as far away from my normal day-to-day existence as I possibly can. This year, the destination is a few stops in the Windward Islands. We’re on our way.