Never have I had it so bad as I do this year. My husband does, too. I don’t know how people survived in the “olden days”, when they truly were trapped in their cabins for months on end. No visitors, no trips. Never feeling warm. 

We have hit that point in winter when it feels like it may never end. We had those few days here and there of warmer weather, but they were just a tease. It’s funny; we haven’t even had that much snow (granted, more than we did last year) but I think it’s just that this is stretching ON and ON…

I want to run outside. I want to smell that amazing smell— do you know the one I’m talking about? That fragrance created when sunlight hits the few emerging green leaves and blades of grass; it emanates from the green. It is green; it is the smell of spring, of new growth, of pure sunshine. 

I want to feel the sunshine beating down on me, turning my cheeks pink with the freshness of it. Until I can feel the freckles emerging on the surface of my skin. Until it burns away the last of the gray ice frozen on the edge of everything–the figurative ice, and the literal.

Soon, I know it is soon.

In the meantime, we have a lake effect snow warning. 

Happy Spring!