It's cold and I've had enough. I'm always cold. I have to think warm thoughts. Remember what it feels like to run on the beach. Remember the way sun feels on skin. The smell of a first cutting hay field. The shock of the first heat wave. Riding down the gravel road, tasting dust and waving flies away. Horse sweat. Ripples of heat rising from the hood of the truck.
Winter can't last forever. It's March now, and I have to be patient. This afternoon when I drove the Girl to her dance lesson, it was still sunny, with a brilliant blue sky and wispy clouds, at 5pm. When I wake up now, there is cautious daylight instead of black sky. It's happening. Spring is inevitable even if it seems to be lost forever in the freezing cold. In a few more months it will be beautiful and hot.Beautiful and hot. Beautiful and hot.