ready for spring...

Winter has just about done me in... it is limiting my growth and imagination and stalling my progression through life. Yes I am blaming this ALL on winter right now. I can't handle it any more. I hate winter. I hate hate hate winter. I hate being cold! I hate the gloom. The leafless trees. I'm generally a glass half full kind of person; I pretty much feel that there is good to be found in all things... But this... THIS...! WINTER!!!!! I am done... DONE. I hate the way it makes me feel. I am always cold. And the only way to get warm is to have ten different layers on, which makes me feel like a balloon. Restricted. Constricted. My skin feels dry. And has become a ghastly white. My hair is static-y. And flat. And fast loosing its sunshine. I feel squishy. And I am tired having to bundle up. Of wearing socks. Of not being able to just get up and GO somewhere without a ten minute-put-on-your-sweater-coat-long-underwear-socks-boots-gloves-hats and whatever else you might need to protect yourself from the elements. And it STILL hurts. (going for a walk that is, when the temperature is somewhere far below freezing...) And yes, I know, I KNOW... there are surely solutions to all these problems, things I could do... but DON'T say anything, because I don't want to hear it...! I know. I just want to be two today and stomp around and yell and be mad... BECAUSE I JUST WANT IT TO BE SPRING. I neeeeeeeeeeeeed it to be spring.

I want to throw open the windows and feel that thawing fresh breath of air... I want the ground to wake up and let out all its hibernating greenery. I want to run around barefoot and bare armed. And dig in the dirt. Dude, I'll even take the mosquitoes... I want to run. And sweat. And absorb all the warmth and heat the sun can produce. I want to feel ALIVE...

Ok, but so I'm TRYING. With arms crossed, a bit of a scowl and a deep sigh of resignation... here are a few photos of some things that make life a little more tolerable in the thick of this wretched neverending winterness...