Spring has arrived to Central PA.  Warm days, robbins, and the need to start yard cleanup.  I on the otherhand I like to daydream.  I am itching to *get me to a beach*.  Anywhere on the outerbanks would be most respectable.  There are days when I am taking a deep breath in and I swear I can smell salt, sea salt.  On the last dreary day high up in the sky I saw 30+ seagulls swirling amongst the dark ominous clouds.  Is this a sign?   On my last big adventure to OBX a group of 20 adults stayed in a beach house for 1 week.  Great times.  I even caught a flounder.  I guess I just want to squeeze my toes and feel sand beneath and ocean around.  I guess I can always play seagull sounds on my son's sound machine and dump sand in the tub..I just isn't the same.  OBX here I come  "where the living is easy and the air is sweet".