I really need it to be springtime now. This wet old winter’s gone on way too long, and the chilly evenings where we have to debate whether or not to ‘boost the heating’ … are a bit tiresome.
The thing is, yesterday was alright. There were notes of spring - sunshine, blue sky, even someone flying a kite in the park - but it was still pocket-cold. By that I mean I still needed to put my hands in my pockets. Without a brisk, purposeful walk, coats and gloves were (in my opinion) needed. And, while sort of hinting at spring, those days seem perpetually bookended by mornings of grey, dismal cloud and rain-spattered windows.
I know it’s coming. I don’t want to seem impatient. There are crocuses blooming happily beneath the trees, and last week we saw snowdrops - the signs are all there. Plus this isn’t Narnia; the Earth will spin a little further, and the air will grow warmer, and then I’ll go out without a coat on and smile about it. I know this. It’s just that right now I’m a bit fed up of the old Seasonal Affected Disorder, and I’d like a little vitamin D - a little warmth.
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