Here in Panama we are just in the dry season - our "summer" when school is out until around Easter and people are headed for vacations. When the daily afternoon rains have stopped. When the sunshine is blindingly brilliant. When the breezes are soft and the birds sings and the trees and flowers bloom.
I can sit here in my sun room and see hills and mountains covered in hundreds of shades of green. I can enjoy the dance of the palm fronds and exult in the silence broken only by the "chirk-chirk" of a gecko.
The majority of my Facebook friends live in Tennessee. And they are buried - again - in snow. Now, "buried" in the South is not the same thing as "buried" is in other parts of the country. Nonetheless, schools are closed, and people are telecommuting wherever possible. And while they are trying to make the best of the situation, I can tell that a lot of them are starting to come down with cabin fever.
And here I am. Comfortable in shorts and short sleeves. Sipping coffee with open windows. I want to talk about it, but I'm afraid my friends will get really tired of the subject and wander off to pout. Kermit was right, "It's not easy being green", especially when the world your friends are in is snow white.