In the winter when the world turns hazy and cold, I love to snuggle up in my sweats, rest my macbook on my legs and write away. I draw the shades, turn out the lights, and write until I remember I have kids. Winter turns to spring, but the sun still spends most of its time behind the clouds and its easy to ignore. But summer in the valley comes fast and hard and the sun refuses to be shut out or forgotten. Temperatures skyrocket into the hundreds and the lake calls to me.
Seriously, this is how big I smile when I'm at the lake. It's like perma-grin. So, I'd rather be boating. Where would you rather be?