Good afternoon, Wednesday. It went above 30 degrees today and suddenly the world felt like a new place. In a few days, it will be March and we will hopefully usher in a new season. And boy, am I ready.
For those of you who have had it with Winter, I'm right there with you. But today gave me hope as the sun warmed me slightly more lovingly than it has in the past few weeks. It's days like today that make me realize why I continue to live in such a crazy cold climate, and then in the Summer, such a crazy hot one.
For me, when the sun begins to shine a little hotter in the sky and one can feel a collective lifting of spirits (even though tomorrow is supposed to be frigid again), I feel hopeful in a way I almost never felt in Florida. Sure I yearned for the end of those hot Summers there, with the promise of lovely and mild winters to follow those scorching months. But there's something about the promise of Spring, or even for me, Fall, that can't be substituted in any other place. That feeling of hope for a new season, a new style, a new vibe, a new whatever you want. Sure you can be hopeful in all kinds of places but something about the seasons really makes me feel better about life, and the thought of not having something to look forward to in terms of a big shift would bum me out. Perhaps I'm not evolved enough to realize that that feeling could take hold wherever one happens to be, but for me, I need nature's help sometimes to get me out of whatever funk or rut I may find myself in. Without that cycle, I'm kind of lost.
And as I watched the ice melting a bit more today and as Khan and I took a longer walk than we've taken in some weeks, I felt better about things. Just like that. Maybe I'm a simpleton. Maybe tomorrow's temperatures will take me back to my own personal requiem of a dream stupor. Or maybe I'll embrace the fact that in a few short weeks, it will be Springtime in New York- and they'll be flowers blooming and people enjoying the sunshine and lots of time to sit on park benches and go for long walks in the evening with my favorite dude and favorite canine. I can feel it coming, and it feels good. And no, I'm not on drugs or anything. I just feel happy that soon the seasons will change and we can leave behind our bunkers and shed all the layers. Or at least a girl can hope. And without hope, where would I be?
Cause that's what's up this change is good kind of Wednesday in the 718. Yours, in fresh pedicures, peonies, and hopeful, happy thoughts. XO