It's cold and I like spring. Smells good. Feels good. Love cruising around on my bike. Hiking in the woods without a jacket. It's not even February yet. I really want it to be April, or at least a 60 degree March.
It's been odd... Usually come mid-February I start to get an itch for spring, but this has been wacky. Like, I can actually
taste it! I was telling a friend that I'm yerning for spring, to which she logically pointed out that that wasn't going to bring it here faster, but still. I wants it. I wants my precious.
Ah well. Waiting makes the arrival that much better.
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