When I was living in Hawai'i I missed the winter.  I thought about snow drifting to the ground, the crisp chill in the air, the smell.  I thought back on my childhood and running around in the snow and cold and thought fondly. 

I moved back , as many of you might have noticed, and saw the winter return.  Little flakes of negative space floating down from the sky, weightless, like stars coming out to play.  Brisk, cold air touching my skin.  Nostrils filled with that sharp chill. 

I love it.  I really do.  I sleep with the window open, even in the dead of winter.  I still smile when I see snow tumbling lazily through the air. 

But... the spring. 

There's two seasons that not only do I love, but make me feel happy; the autumn and the spring.  And now it's spring outside.  In February.  And I know that it's going to go away. 

I've spent this day trying my hardest to have a spring day.  I've been outside as much as possible.  I didn't wear a coat.  I mixed a gin and tonic when I got home, cooked some pasta, ate a little salad, then stayed outside even more. 

I have the window open and my fan on and blowing. 

I'm wearing a fucking tee shirt. 

In a couple of minutes I'm going to make a cup of coffee and sit at my window.  I'm going to inhale that subtle, cool spring air because I know in a couple of days that winter is going to melt away my spring and it will be cold again for another two months. 

I'm going to appreciate this.