On cold days like this, I channel the hot summer midday of the island. When I would sit on the beach and watch the goats prance around on the small island just off the beach. Fell the warm sun sting my skin, the cool sweat roll down my chest, watch it glitter in the yellow sun. And when I get too hot, I would run towards the ocean, plunge into the cool ocean, swim out to that island, follow colourful fish as they glide along just about the white side of the ocean’s bottom. Step out of the surf, watch the crabs scamper as I plop down and sit there, feeling the sun warm me up again. Ahhh yes, sometimes daydreams are made to warm me up.