I wish we were a little closer to the end of winter right now. I miss warmth, change and growth, the color green, and the feeling of being close to nature.
This week wasn’t so bad, actually. The beginning saw spring-like temperatures but the clouds and cold have returned just as the weekend was set to begin. There was a thin dusting of snow on the ground when I woke and since we’ve seen a few short bursts of flurries on and off.
I had hoped for enough sun to make a quick hiking trip in but looking ahead I don’t think it will be warm enough for quite a while. Still, I can feel spring approaching in my bones. Soon, soon…
Work-wise things are quiet, for a Friday. I blame the dreariness outside for the mood and the energy it takes just to keep warm for the exhaustion. I’m looking forward to returning home where it’s warm and cozy. No matter how many layers I wear or how much I turn up my heater at work I never can seem to get warm again until I’m back home. I’m starting to think that a major part of body temperature regulation is maintained by emotion.
Home is warm in more ways than one.