There must be something better than eating blueberry pancakes on the beach at Pass-a-Grille, Fla., but I’m not sure what it is.

Maybe the walk down the beach to work them off, watching kids scoop out sand with two hands to make a castle, or breathing in warm salty air.

All I know is that a long-weekend escape here to visit a friend feels like it might just get me through another month of Ohio winter. Judging from the license plates along the waterfront, I’m not alone in my need for a Florida reframe.

Just in case I need a reminder that we’ll soon be living in the sunshine state, too, a beach view’s going up on my wall. And maybe some blueberry pancakes on the griddle. Spring can’t come soon enough.