In a number of months, after the weather turns cold again and the darkness of winter is creeping closer and closer, I’m going to thatched-roof, one-room hut on the beach, at the southernmost tip of Baja California in Mexico. My thatched-roof, one-room hut is in the absolute middle of nowhere. I will wake up, open the screen door, step out onto the beach, and walk down to the ocean for a swim. Then I might read in the shade. I might nap. I might take a walk. I might have a beer in the evening. That’s all there is to do, and I will do this for an entire week. Until that week starts, I will listen to this song and imagine myself there.