I want to get away,
I want to fly away
Yeah, yeah, yeah!
Why do I want to get away, do you ask? Sigh. It's March in Utah. What does that mean? Snow. Not the kind of storm that causes me to have to make 3 attempts to get into my snowy driveway, or hope for the love of everything holy that the other drivers sharing the roadway with me remember how to drive in the snow because it's been a few days, kind of storms. But still, there's nothing worse than waking up on the 3rd day of spring and finding this:
Okay, maybe I'm being dramatic. A little. It's been nearly a week since the official first day of Spring. I'm sitting at my computer and finding myself longing for a getaway. For the beach. For this:
Sigh, and this:
