Wishing I was there instead of here

It's cold outside. It's raining cats and dogs. The sky is black and the streets flooded. My phone is ringing off the hook. I have a list of less than desireable things I need to do. So, forgive me if I escape to my happy place. . .

Cynical shot the photograph at Folly Beach. I knitted while he read. The ocean was our soundtrack.