A few weeks ago, I posted about how I’d been working at making friends with Winter this year. It’s been going well overall, I think. I’ve spent a fair amount of time outdoors every day, whatever the weather, and I’ve cultivated some winter-appreciation activities indoors and out.
I just have to say it now, though: I’m done.
Really. Stick a fork in me.
Winter, I am so over you. And you know what?
It’s not me. It’s you. You’re one cold, relentless bastard. L.L. Bean recently notified me that the snowshoes I have on backorder are expected to ship for delivery in June, and here’s the thing: I actually believe it may still be snowing then. You see what you’ve done to my hope, Winter, you heartless S.O.B.?
We can’t go on like this. I need a little “me” time. A little space and distance. A little goddamned Vitamin D.
Here’s the deal: I’ve booked a flight to Miami and am looking forward to some sun and fun with a girlfriend. In the meantime, I am shamelessly dreaming of Summer. That’s right. Summer’s my favorite, and there’s no sense denying it any more.
Hell, there are pictures that absolutely make me drool. My god, the memories…
First, there’s the way summer days evolve into summer nights:
There are the modes of transportation:
There’s the food and drink:
There’s Fourth of July:
There are lush gardens and flowers for clipping:
Even the storms are pretty:
So, though there is more snow falling outside right now, I will not grumble. I will simply snuggle in to dream of Summer days. You can’t steal my bliss, Winter. You’ll run out of bluster soon, you cold, hard meanie, and in time I will once again feel like this:
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