They’re promising us temperatures in the high 50s this weekend. Hmf. I’ll believe it when I see it.
We’ve been in winter’s icy clutches long enough now that Spring is an oasis mirage in an arctic desert. I know that it’s ridiculous of me to be moaning about it from Western North Carolina, when so many others have it so much worse. But the chill has sunk to my bones—set up shop in my core—this season in a fashion unlike any before.