As much as I enjoy winter, I’m done with it. We had the biggest blizzard in years (see my previous post), and it was the snowiest February in recorded Chicago history. I think we’ve all had enough, don’t you?
But don’t worry, there’s light at the end of the tunnel. And yesterday, that light appeared—sunlight, that is.
It’s Friday afternoon, a liberating feeling. Earlier in the day, I was set on taking a nap as soon as I got home, but as I step off the bus, I find my mood instantly uplifted. Why? Because it’s sunny—and warm! I take my jacket off and just let my skin absorb the warmth, not convinced it’s real. I had forgotten how glorious it feels to have the sun shining on my face… I close my eyes and envision blissful moments of summer, so close now, it seems. As I open my eyes, I am pleased to see that this delightful weather is still here, not merely a dream. I glance around and notice a few green sprouts trying to break free of the winter soil, one of the first signs of spring.
Though today was cold and windy, yesterday’s brief glimpse at spring has given me hope that this excruciatingly long winter will soon be over. However, I have come to the realization that, without a long, cold winter, I wouldn’t appreciate the coming of spring as much; I wouldn’t be able to take in the sunshine or nature blooming everywhere, either. After all, spring is my favorite season!