Once again the frigid temperature in the office dungeon is enough to produce icicles. I'm so damn cold. As I clutch my coffee cup I dream of the beach. I recall the sounds of the waves crashing upon the shore, the children laughing and playing, and the sun laying kisses of warmth upon my face and body.

Oh to be out of this dungeon...

The picture is from last summer. Even as the sun was setting it provided warmth and comfort to us.