Winter is not my friend. After a bright shiny day the cold overcast one breaks my heart and sends me back to my light box like a seagull to a French fry.
But there are signs of spring- like this smiling middle schooler who has an extra dog for the weekend
And this Easter egg sky and candy colored trees
I’m trying to sound cheerful when I really want to run away to a sunny beach near the equator and never ever wear a jacket and socks again. I hate socks.