Tantalizing

I was in Kentucky two weekends ago. It was grand. It was sunny and almost green and snow-less.

It is not green here. I can’t cross the street at some intersections because the snow-piles are too high. The temps are less then pleasant… Both of my windshield wiper squeegees have broken off from the ice... 

Oh dear, sweet winter, just go away. I’m sick of you and your coldness and grayness and lameness. You’re making me want to flee my favorite city!

So, I've gotten the ‘travel out of this depressing hole’ bug.

Sweet lands of green, sunshine, and warmth are calling my name. Plentiful happy trees, cool, dark earth, and lots of room to run in shorts.

Oh goodness. The tantalizing opportunity to be a ‘snow-bird’. Travel to warm areas while it sucks here, and then come back here when it’s the best time of year. I always disgraced these people for not being able to brave the dead of winter. Like put on some big-girl snow-pants and suck it up.

But seriously, I’m right there with them. I apologize for thinking you were less of a person then me. You’re actually quite smarter.  

I’m tucking away my big-girl snow-pants and waving the white-flag.

Winter. You have gotten the best of me.

Blast.

Cheers to those who are still treading water a midst the winter-blahs!

I've officially sunk.