Spring
is in the air. Days are growing
longer. Temperatures are rising. In short, this is one of my favorite times of
year. When I get to shed the dried up
skin of winter and slither along, sporting my new self, having grown a bit and
eager to embark on new horizons. I know
there are those who absolutely live for winter: cold, grey skies, snow and ice
covering everything. Not me. I’m a sun-loving, warm temperature
bring-on-the-long-lazy-days-of summer kind of gal.
Thankfully,
I live in southern California where winter but briefly interrupts my lingering,
sunny days. I don’t think I could make
it in frigid parts of the country, for becoming a human popsicle is not
appealing—in the least. So, I endure the
colder months of the year, blessedly they are few, cringe when we set back the
clocks, so the duration of sunlight becomes oh-so-brief, and dream about the
time when I’ll be able to wake in the morning, sun streaming through the
shades, complete a whole day of tasks, eat dinner and still have plenty of
daylight to go for a long walk or run before the sun decides to retire for the
evening.
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