got an email from my cousin jenny today... reminding me that she's still alive in wash d.c., but just barely. it put the whole winter sitch into perspective for me.
upon returning from lush jungle land, i wimpered and sniffed a little sadness when i felt the 34 degree air hit my flip-flopped toes and cuffed jean'd ankles.
{not my feet, by the way. i'd never paint my toes that color... nor would i wear those sandals. really, now.}
but then today came. i nearly choked when i realized the words that came out of my mouth. i actually said, "it's warm today. 42 degrees. not bad."
what happened to me??!?! am i a san diegan, or has all my native blood been donated?
for real, though... i can no longer deny the urge to hail in the spring season with flip flops, cuffing the jeans, sporting the short{er} sleeves, and putting the sweaters away for good.
42 degrees felt alright. can't wait for 52 degrees. and then 62 degrees. until one day... we will reach perfection... 72 degrees will come... i'll take the day off to celebrate my inner californian and show this winter season where to shove it.
what happened to me??!?! am i a san diegan, or has all my native blood been donated?
for real, though... i can no longer deny the urge to hail in the spring season with flip flops, cuffing the jeans, sporting the short{er} sleeves, and putting the sweaters away for good.
42 degrees felt alright. can't wait for 52 degrees. and then 62 degrees. until one day... we will reach perfection... 72 degrees will come... i'll take the day off to celebrate my inner californian and show this winter season where to shove it.
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