Winter, I am tired of you. Pack up your clouds and your dirty snow and your depression and go away. Yesterday I loved you. I preached to my husband about how if you didn’t arrive, we could never look forward to the beautiful springtime and budding trees that is sure to follow you. I chided others for being wimps and complaining of your seemingly endless presence, and I admonished them to just enjoy you while you are here, to marvel at your snowfalls and breathe deeply your crisp air. But today I am tired of you.
I am tired of the bulky sweaters that I looked forward to unpacking last fall, and I‘m even tired of my beloved cozy sweats and slippers that I don whenever I get a chance. I’m tired of dry skin and cold feet, of short days and icy steering wheels, of salty roads and winter coats.
Spring, please come quickly.