equals spring in winter.

Last year, every time I would talk to my parents, they would unknowingly drive me crazy with Texas weather reports. You see, while I was huddled under blankets and wrapped in tights + scarves + jackets + more until April, they were joyfully, or even worse, unceremoniously declaring the same report over and over : sunny! warm! perfect!! And as I secretly swallowed my jealousy, I usually thought 1) How sad that they can’t ever experience a real winter. It really is nice…kind of…sometimes…for about ten minutes…’ and 2) Yeah, it’s 75 now, but just wait till June! (The joke, ultimately, was on me as  I returned to the States just in time for the hottest quarter of the year…)

And let’s be honest, when you’ve gone through a long, grey winter, there is nothing like the dawning of spring – you stick your head outside one day and suddenly, the air is lighter, the sky is a brilliant blue and all of a sudden, people have a certain bounce in their step as they linger under the sky. The arrival of spring really does feel like a miracle. But, let’s also be honest and admit that 75 degree weather in February is ah-mazing. Days of bare legs and dresses? Iced coffee outside in the afternoon sun? Giddy drives with the sunroof open?

Yep, let’s be honest and admit that as much as the slow dawn of spring is sweet, sprinter is sometimes even better.