The Sunday prior to Christmas, I took a vacation and rolled down to Naples, FL with a friend of mine. I had never been to the beach in the winter, but oh, am I so sold! I wanted a change of pace and to skip town for a while. I took a couple of books on the trip (Jane Austen's Emma, and Justine Picardie's biography about Gabrielle Chanel), but every day when we hit the beach, I couldn't read because it felt so laborious. So I did what I needed to do the most: rest. I stretched out on my towel like a flapjack and got some quality shut-eye with the help of the Gulf's hum. It was 80 degrees the day before winter solstice. I'm missing the beach today.