COASTE | EDITOR’S WELCOME
IT’S BEGINNING TO LOOK A LOT LIKE WINTER. As I write this, I’m three days away from stuffing my largest suitcase full of every heavy sweater, scarf and full-length wool coat that I own. For in three days, I fly to Wisconsin —where I once traveled regularly but haven’t been in almost four years — to attend a hockey “camp” with my 12-year-old forward. Checking the current weather on my phone, the temperature is a balmy 10 degrees — although the small print suggests it feels like eight below. I can’t imagine that once upon a lifetime, I endured that climate and its endless cold, dirty snow and weeks of depressing gray skies. Then I flash forward to Thursday, when I come home to Southwest Florida. If I’m lucky, I’ll have a window seat on the right side of the plane so that at just the right moment upon approach, I’ll be able to look out upon our beautiful Gulf of Mexico and our barrier islands, right around sunset. And then, after I grab my oversized bag, the next moment of spiritual rebirth will take place when I exit the airport and breathe in that warmth and, best of all, that smell of life that permeates our air and is so obvious, when you’ve been someplace like the land of darkness where nothing grows for months. And you know what? I won’t care a lick about the suffocating traffic, the long lines, the two hour waits to get a table at a restaurant, and all the many other snowbird inconveniences that come with winter here. Because it’s winter. Here. With all its comforts, blue skies and natural beauty.
Yup, it’s beginning to look a lot like winter. And I love it.
John Sprecher Founder | Editor
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