to the winter

winter is lovely. this i know.

there's something refreshing about a fresh blanket of powdery snow, something magical about falling snowflakes. those that know me, however, know that i prefer to be behind doors in the wintertime. i love watching snow through a windowpane, sipping hot chocolate, with slippers and central heating (or a roaring fire). i've never been the adventurous, grab-a-snowboard-and-go type, although i do enjoy an occasional snowball fight or making a snowman. now i'm back in st george, where the winters are much more mild and snow is rare, and i enjoy the more-frequent sunshine. winter sunshine, though, is slightly deceiving. i'm looking outside right now, and it looks so sunshiny, but if i walk outdoors i will still be hit with a wave of sad coldness.

the point of all this is that i acknowledge that winter has its charm, and i really do appreciate it, but i miss spring. i want to see more of this:

and this:

and this:

and i want to know that when i walk outside into the sunshine, it won't be cold sunshine. right now, the desert-loving part of me wants to welcome back the warm weather. hear that, winter? i'm ready for you to be over! and if you say "it's not over til the fat lady sings," i'll say "well bring on the fat lady!"