It's January. You're probably cold. I am. But, it warms my soul to recall places like this (below) that are actually warm right now. If I close my eyes and concentrate, I can go there, even if it's for just a few minutes. I can look to the east and feel the wind blowing down down the channel from the Atlantic at about 12 knots. As I perform that habitual check of how the boat is sitting at anchor following my 30-minute nap, I do a slow spin around and look towards the west from the cockpit and see this...

Sure - it's a beat up charter boat dinghy. But, it's not about the dinghy - it's about the shadow. How do I know when I'm in a special place? When I see the shadow of the dingy projected on the bottom 11 feet down and if I look closely, I can see the ripples in the sand on the powdered sugar bottom created as the current flows across it...

(we took this pic while anchored off of Petit St. Vincent. But, I borrow a line from Mr. Buffett and refer to this, and places like it, as St. Somewhere...)