To start off, I like snow. Because it means things like skiing and hot chocolate and snowball fights and sledding and snow days and Christmas. In fact, I'd rather any day be slightly colder than hotter. Yes, I'm a sit-in-the-shade-over-the-sun kind of person.
But, I like Spring. No, I LOVE SPRING. It's my second favorite season, right up there with Fall. Spring is that beautiful transition from dark wintry days to the hot sticky days of summer. Spring, with its 60 degree weather and slight breezes, its week of Easter and Cadburry eggs, its budding tulips and promise of new life, yes Spring is what gets me through the other months.
I will trudge through the knee-deep snow and blizzards and hail. I will freeze my nose and ears off running up to campus. I will let my shirt paste itself to my back as I walk in the sweltering heat. I will deal with the blinding sun and the 100 degree weather of August's dog days.
I will do all this if you just give me Spring. Sweet, uninterrupted, beautiful Spring. Preferably six straight weeks of it. I don't think I'm asking too much.
And the snow that's frosting the world at this very moment?
Yeah--it needs to disappear. April Fools was last week, remember?
So, I'll just be getting my capris and sweaters and sandals ready. And waiting.
Sincerely,
Charlotte
