I never realized how down in the dumps I am by February/early March until I feel that first warm breeze as Spring attempts to push its way through. And that might be an understatement.
This weekend I felt it. Jackets were unzipped. Kids played hockey at the rink in t-shirts. Puddles formed at the end of the driveway. Windows are rolled down. The 6′ snowbanks that line the streets started to melt. There was hope in the air and it was swirling all around me.
And then today the forecast is for a winter storm for later this week. Awesome.
I, like EVERYONE ELSE (even the crazy winter-lovers who swoon at the sight of the first snow in October or November) am done with winter. Done. Done. Done. In fact, Environment Canada states that this has been the coldest winter in 2o years?
According to an online countdown, and at the minute of this post, there are 9 days, 3 hours, 41 minutes and 32 seconds until Spring arrives. 9 days. I can do that.
Until then, I can dream of better (warmer) days, right?