I’m usually pretty good with different weather and seasons. They just are and I take them as they come. But today something clicked, a switch was flicked. Maybe it was because it was a slow day at work or maybe I’ve finally had it with winter. I sent this email to Dixie:
You know what? I’m tired of laying in bed and sitting around the house reading. You and I need a date or something…a little excursion out of town. Nothing big or fancy.
Here’s what I’d like to do right now: just you and me go to the coffee shop in Albertville. It’d be nice if it was on a cool, sunny spring day when the snow is just melting, but I don’t know if I can wait that long. Afterwards we stroll around the town, holding hands and chatting and looking at houses.
Is that too much to ask? I think I’ve finally had it with winter and sickness. I’m tired of being cooped up (and I know it’s that much worse for you).
There you have it, folks. It’s time for Spring.
[I published too soon. I have more to say]
It feels kind of like I’ve been sitting for too long in a confined space and I really need to stretch. And this “stretching” takes place outside, but I can’t do it if going outside requires entering a parka and heavy boots and the whole 20 minute get-ready-for-outside rigmarole. I long to go outside in what I wear inside. Then I can stretch.