Belize it or not

The other day, I walked out of the hospital at some ridiculous hour. I stepped out onto the garage roof and was embraced by a cool breeze on an otherwise humid, fairly warm night. Is it really January? It threw me off so much that for a second it reminded me of a night in Belize at Matachica. Oh, wait, except for the fact that, in Belize, I wasn't frustrated, tired, and standing in a parking garage at midnight. And there was an ocean. Right.