January 22, 2014


I don't outright hate winter
but it wears on me.
I miss my backyard.
I miss seeing my cats frolic in the grass and bask in the sunshine

I miss being outdoors everyday.

I appreciate the beauty of winter
but I wish it would hurry up already.

I counted the weeks to April
(since in April there's usually a turning point, even if it's not summer's balmy breezes yet)
Coats are put away
boots are relegated to the storage space
and skin starts to be exposed.
10 weeks!
Only 10 weeks to April Fool's.
That's not so bad, right?
We can do that, 
can't we?

We can.

10 weeks.
What's 10 weeks?

It's nothing.

No comments: