It's Fat Tuesday, so I've got my beads on.
And not just any old beads, but ones that came directly from New Orleams.
(For the record, I didn't get them the old-fashioned way one gets beads in New Orleans. I'm just saying...)
It's not just the beads, it's the city.
It's the sense of calm I get when I think of a place, so far away from me.
It's the quiet that comes when I picture myself sitting at the Cafe du Monde, having beignets and cafe au lait.
It's the memory of Keith and I trekking to the water's edge early one morning to watch the sunrise.
It's the total happiness I feel when I'm having a bad day, and imagine that I'm really sitting here: