...If I had a day that I could give you/I’d give to you a day just like today....
He calls me from the beach to gloat, because I love the beach and he does not, but the weather is not bad here, so his Schadenfreude is mitigated by my lack of gloom.
Silky fog wraps the neighborhood, until golden glow beams through to kiss sun starved skin. I still have not officially resigned myself to wearing socks for the season.
The porch is warm and bright. I spend two hours in a row outdoors, for the first time in three months.
It’s faint, but I have a tan line from my v-neck sweater.
In January.
Life is good, oh yes.
(Sunshine On My Shoulders; John Denver)
2 comments:
I was just complaining the other day that I bought a lovely new coat for the colddamncold of Winnipeg, and have only been able to wear it once.
So although the weather is delightful, I'm a little bitter. ;)
I totally sympathize. In fact, because our winters here are so mild, I've put off buying good winter boots. For like, three years now. When it snows, I'm pretty unhappy.
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