Picking the place
I’m going to offer you a choice. Would you prefer to be banished to a desert island or a deserted island? Think about that for a moment. Living on a sand dune is something I am quite familiar with but living on any island with no other people less so. Getting out into the sand is wonderful when the weather is warm but I would not want to be down on the beach right now. Too cold with that sand between my toes. As for going to a deserted island? There are so many because not everyone is suited to people hanging out for more than an hour or two. Plus on a deserted island there might be some stuff that was left behind. Things like trees and houses and wild animals. Small wild animals that you can cook over an open fire. There the choices were made for you. All I’ve ever found on a desert island meaning sand is something called a sand hopper. A perfect example of brownian motion that is worthless. As for islands that are devoid of humanity? That can be quite relaxing. Not in the dead of winter but the other seasons. Looking at my calendar we are very close to the solstice which for the unfamiliar is not the same as an equinox. This is where we set the limits of seasons. Fun fact for those that live in Australia they’re getting set to celebrate summer. Not like us. There probably is some place on the earth where the seasons are wonderful all year long. Boring but wonderful period of course they probably have a lot of people already which makes the chances of finding a deserted island into a bit of a struggle. I think I will go for an option where I can call ahead and have someone bring in what I need so that I do not have to forage. Getting the grocery shopping done for me if you will. And if I pick my place properly I will not have to deal with all those other pesky weather related phenomena. We make it snow tonight or tomorrow. Not enough to matter but enough to remind me that this island does not meet my own limits for what makes a proper place to live.
