This would be my first day to enjoy the Black Sea, that far away body of water with such a deep, dark name that has captured my imagination for years. My more up to date thoughts, even thought it is still early in the season, were of sun, sand, scantily clad girls, bronzed European guys wearing negligible speedos and sunglasses. In the very early morning I kept hearing rushing water that fed my dreams. As I finally started to come to, I realized the sparkling flow of my dreams was really the output of a downspout splashing on the concrete below. It was pouring rain, cloudy of course, and chilly. Oh, well. Can't win them all!