When Life is Perfect

It's raining today and it feels like it's a million miles away from this stop. Although it should be noted that this spot is only about 3.5 hours away by plane, that is if you could get a plane to fly direct from here to there, unfortunately it's more like 3 plane trips, from here in Melbourne to either Brisbane or Sydney and then from there to Noumea in New Caledonia, and then from Noumea to the Isle of Pines. I mean with a bit of luck if I left now I could be there tomorrow or at worst the day after and I have to say that would be a pretty good outcome.

I meant tomorrow I could be sitting of what is quite literally a picture perfect beach, beautiful white sands, the blueish of blue water, the island just off shore, if the tide in high that is, and the sun, oh the sun, and of course nothing to do all day but walk along the beach and swim in the water, oh why oh why can't life be like that everyday?