I’m finished with winter.
We’ve endured snow on the ground almost every day since the beginning of December, and the time I’ve set aside for winter months has officially run its course. The sunny days and beautiful blue skies will only dupe the senses for so long when the temperature refuses to go high enough to melt the white stuff.
I’m tired of running on a treadmill with my iPod staring at boxes in the basement.
I want to ride my bicycle. On a trail. Outside. In shorts.
I want to walk in the woods.
I want to eat ice cream.