“It’s spring fever. That is what the name of it is. And when you’ve got it, you want – oh, you don’t quite know what it is you do want, but it just fairly makes your heart ache, you want it so!” -Mark Twain
I’m just putting this out into the universe: I wish all of us to have experienced our last snow day of the season. I wish for spring blooms, crisp not cold morning runs, and an end to pulling on the heavy coat each morning. I wish for Sunday afternoons spent outdoors with my kids. I wish to stuff my running tights into the bottom of the drawer for a while. I wish for t-shirts, flip flops and open-toed heels, red toenails, and open windows that let the breeze blow inside. I wish to open my sunroof so my girls will giggle from feeling the wind in their hair. I wish for fireflies, a vegetable garden, camping in the mountains, and sticky smores. I wish for a summer run in the rain and afternoons spent at the pool after work. I wish to sip a Pimm’s with my husband while he grills us good things to eat. I wish for spring to makes it way to Virginia.
P.S. I’ve hit 81+ miles already this month, topping Jan. and Feb. totals in just 25 days. That feels good, despite feeling like a wounded soldier in the war being waged between winter and spring. And, full disclosure, it was nice having (hopefully) one last snow day with the family.