I feel like a kid who's been grounded for months and is finally free! I really did not know if I was going to make one more day of cold weather. Yeah, yeah, I hear you Utah-natives saying, "Oh the 40s and 50s aren't that cold."
Uh, actually they are. That's why everyone wears coats, Einstein.
But now . . . glorious, glorious 60s and--oh!--do you see that weekend? (Okay, don't pay attention to Sunday and especially don't pay attention to that nasty little bugger hanging off Sunday's cloud. I'm hoping ignorance and denial will change the weather's course.)
Yesterday I drove home from work (Oh, did I mention it's actually light outside when I go to and from work? I'm not living in total darkness anymore!) with all the windows down and Augustana playing a little too loudly.
I know this weather is just a teaser and we have more snowy, cold days ahead of us, but it's just enough. Just enough of a promise. Just enough to instill hope in winter-beaten me.
Aah, I love spring.