I am tired of writing about the weather.
I am sitting, writing, and wondering why the view of the out of doors is so startling beautiful. I am also wondering why it is so cold.
I am avoiding the inevitable, taking the canine out for a walk. I fed him and now he is chomping the bit as I procrastinate and avoid putting on all of my winter clothing to brave the cold and walk him around the block.
I have things to do and I need to get on with it, yet I cannot muster the energy to put on my coat, hat, and gloves to go outside.
The sun is shining.
The sky is blue with some clouds.
I need to face it. That certainly is better than a horrible, rainy day.
Spring, please come. We need you.