Tonight we’ll travel far away from the entanglements of ex-husbands and the like. We are headed to Florida’s Keys. The sun is bright and warm and the water is aqua-blue. Our cares and worries disappear like the flat stones we skip into the shimmering waves, whos remnants rush around our feet as they end their journey on shore. We steak down a canvas cover to shade our beach chairs and coolers. The sand is hot and we don’t stand long without sandals to avoid burning our winter skin. Despite the heat, it feels so good to feel the summer rays again. A seafood monger rides by in a golf cart and we buy fresh caught shrimp which we grill on a small barbie next to our setup. When the shrimp are cooked we drizzle them with butter and give them a splash from a key lime we picked up from a ramshackle store. The lazy afternoon drifts by as we read and nap and sip icy margaritas. That evening we sleep with the sliding doors open so we can enjoy the sound of wind and wave. Before I close my eyes I ask how you are feeling, and like Eric Clapton’s Slow Hand tune, you say,” I feel wonderful tonight.”