It's never quite as fun to leave for a tropical vacation in the middle of winter when the sky is actually blue and the sun is staging a spectacular plunge into the horizon. While it is quite cold, and a walk across the bridge warrants gloves and a tocque, it's not the driving sleet and general widespread meteorological misery that one wishes to smugly leave behind as one heads for palm trees and 90F temperatures.
But off we go. The sun sets, the moon chases it across the sky, and the city glitters reflections of the deep blue of it all.
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Hoto
(sent wirelessly from my phone)
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