Dreaming

I've been day dreaming (and I mean actively day dreaming) about rocky cliffs, the ocean, salty clean cold air, coffee and Hemingway.

I am craving a trip to Cambria or something similar.

I wish that I could interpret my life in the same simple black and white way that Hemingway writes. There is no ambiguity.

To satisfy this craving I am reading A Farewell to Arms and looking at the pictures of the ocean I took over winter break.