Friday update

So here I am, sitting at my desk, looking out the window to bright blue skies on a Friday morning. I just got back from a short trip to Family Court, where I had to drop-off some papers to a law student volunteer at the domestic violence unit. Walking down Chestnut Street, with tall snow drifts on the side of the road, icy spots on the sidewalk, and narrow passageways at each corner where previous pedestrians blazed their way through the snow, I began dreaming. I pictured myself at my favorite beach in the world, Playa Samara, on the Pacific coast of Costa Rica. I can see myself sitting there in an open-air restaurant, drinking a guanabana con leche, after a filling breakfast of gallo pinto. I'm there with a beautiful girlfriend and I'm looking forward to a lazy day with no appointments, no worries, no preoccupations. I'm looking forward to swimming in the clear, blue water of the Pacific, to taking a nap on the warm sand under some palm trees, to taking a walk hand-in-hand to the end of the beach, to kissing while the sun sets over the ocean, to eating a delicious dinner at the edge of the sand, to going to a beachfront bar for cervezas Imperiales and a few games of pool, while listening to reggae music playing in the background, to going to bed with a ceiling fan buzzing coolly overhead while lying on top of the sheets, a pleasant buzz from the beer and the pleasure of a girl best friend at my side, lazily dozing off to sleep feeling content and easy . . .

And here I am in Philly, hoping at least to get a good buzz tonight.