I am missing Florida 57/365

When I look at this photo, I can feel the warmth of the air blowing past me as I cruise through town on my parents golf cart.
I can hear my dad laughing at cartoons on the television.
I hear my sister is talking to my mom in the kitchen.
I am being asked to set the table for dinner like I did when I lived with my parents.
I can feel the sun touching my winter skin.
I can see the sun setting over the lake and smell steaks being cooked on a grill.

I miss Florida.

P.S. Hi Uncle Joe!