Spring Forward

The older I get, the more I dislike winter.

No offense, winter. It's not your fault; it's all me. You are the same as you always were. Cold. Dark. Snowy. The host of Christmas and New Year's. Sadly, I have changed. It's not you; it's me. We have to break up...it's just not working. I don't see you and I going anywhere, winter.

Plus, I have my eye on a new season...called spring.

Spring is good to me...

Walking barefoot outside, with my footsies decorated in toe rings and my beloved ankle bracelet.

Jergens tinted lotion and red lipstick.

The breeze on my face as I drive with the windows down.

Tealight candles glowing on my patio.

Pink lemonade.

So you see, winter. I think it's over for you and I. I was recently told when it comes to love, "you either feel it or you don't." And winter, I'm just not feeling it.