Sunny southern California on a January morning. The temperature dips to 38 degrees. My breath made clouds around my head while I dressed to fend off the freeze. I bundle up in hat and gloves and fumble with my keys. A pot of coffee at the Pancake house with my girlfriends will answer and appease. Warmed within we walk outside to see the sun has melted the frosted muting of our greens.
Another day in Paradise. It is not tropical, just beautiful.