Looks Like We're Going to Make It...

I was so frustrated with winter today that I wouldn't even wear my coat. I'm done. I just can't take it anymore. Then I read the forecast, and evidently we're supposed to get four inches later this week. So that means tomorrow or Saturday. 

When I left choir at 1:30 this afternoon, I was coughing all nasty, and so then I was trying to breathe (that whole, 'in through your nose, out through your mouth,' thing) and I realized that the air smelled like a soccer pitch. It was that mix of mud and grass and fresh air that you get on Saturday morning matches in November, or on muggy, humid days in April. If it wasn't for the cold and the wet and the ice and the snow...and so on... I would have liked to just stay out for a while, just breathing that in.

I felt like it was so good for me- but it makes me miss spring and summer that much more. How many days are left?