Spring, I can feel you; you are so close. Days like today, with the promise of sixty-degree weather, I can only cross my fingers, roll my jeans up, skip the socks, and hop on my bike. I can make plans to play tennis right after work, maybe some frisbee. I can spend only a few more weeks living like it's winter, so cut us a break, ok? I love to sew, to watch TV on my computer, to crochet into the late hours, but I so miss sitting in grass with a good book, wandering with no layers to slow me down, taking my time on bike rides.
Last night I left the east-facing shades open so my morning could start as soon as the sun's, as soon as my eyes opened. Best way to start the day.