Dodging the storms

As winter prepares to hit Michigan, I am hiding in Florida, on Sanibel Island. It amazes me how quickly I can forget things, and it is hard for me now to remember that it was cold, and will be cold again. I am pretty sure that no one I know thinks of me as an optimist, but I see my selective memory as a form of optimism, always forgetting until it is too late, who has hurt me, whose emotions cannot be trusted, and how cold the world can be. In the interim, I walk the beach and marvel.