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brigdhI am so very ready for winter to be over. I'm sick of all of it: the cold and the snow and the early sunsets and the bitter chill that lingers around windows and doors. I'm tired of the way my fingers and toes always hurt. I hate always feeling dry and chapped and terribly pale, as if winter had burnt all life and liquid from me; I hate feeling like I'm made of ash.
And I've gotten to the point where I loathe all my winter clothes. I am done with layers and wool and thick sweaters. I can't stand my giant winter coat- it makes me feel like a marshmallow. All I want is to be able to go outside in flipflops and something light and pretty and feel sunshine on my bare shoulders.
*sigh* 48 days until the equinox.
And I've gotten to the point where I loathe all my winter clothes. I am done with layers and wool and thick sweaters. I can't stand my giant winter coat- it makes me feel like a marshmallow. All I want is to be able to go outside in flipflops and something light and pretty and feel sunshine on my bare shoulders.
*sigh* 48 days until the equinox.
