There comes a time every winter where I just can’t take it anymore. I can’t take the cold or the snow or the biting wind. I can’t take the short days and complete lack of sunshine.
And right now, it’s about that time.
I crave summer and sunshine and I’m fantasizing about wearing flip-flops and sitting by the pool sipping fruity drinks.
I blast country music in my car, wishing I could ride with the windows down and feel the summer air blowing my face.
I’m at the point where the thought of one more run in the freezing cold makes me want to turn to the treadmill because at least on the treadmill I can wear shorts.
At this time last year, I was down in Orlando waiting to hop on a cruise ship setting sail for the Caribbean, where I got to bask in the glow of the warm sunshine for a week.
Boy do I miss that right about now!
Two days ago we had slightly warmer temps, somewhere up in the 50’s and it was a glorious break from winter. But then yesterday we were plunged back into normal February temperatures with a biting wind and cold, dry air.
The groundhog didn’t see his shadow; that means spring will be here soon right?
I hope so because I can’t take much more of this winter stuff.
If you see me staring off into space, I’m probably picturing myself on a tropical beach somewhere.