Tuesday, March 26, 2013

Spring?

"Spring, go home.  You're drunk."
This is the prevailing thought in most Philadelphian's heads lately.  Indeed, in the heads of pretty much anyone in the Midwest/Mid-Atlantic/New England areas of the U.S.

Because WHERE IS SPRING?
The groundhog is a liar.  The equinox was a false finish line.  The crocuses are laughing at us.
I'm so ready for Spring, it hurts.  Go away, winter wind.  Go away snowy slush falling from the skies.  I just want to wear peep-toed heels and sandals.  For now, though, I'd settle for being able to walk out of my apartment without a parka, hat, and gloves.

Come, thou long-expected springtime, come to give new life to earth!

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