The changing of the guard; to every season turn, turn, turn; winter is over. Spring finally arrived. This change is more than just the weather, though that is a big part of it. While Denver may be hit with a blizzard this week, here in Boston the sun has been shining and most of the snow piles of melted away. Actually just one snow pile has been stubbornly clinging to life but yesterday's mid sixty degree weather should put an end to those shenanigans.
The signs of spring have been cropping up everywhere. DC has the cherry blossoms, and in Boston spring is heralded in by its residents. People have been smiling a lot more. The young ladies of Boston University and College are exposing their midriffs again. The homeless have staked claims to their street corners. And, of course, one can hear the constant chatter about the beloved Red Sox everywhere.
Last week, I put away my winter sweaters. Like the young coeds, I greet the new season with a different wardrobe. No longer will I be forced to wear a button down shirt with a wool sweater and a pair of jeans. Now I can wear a button down shirt with a cotton sweater and a pair of jeans. I also put away all my courdory pants, they served me well, but it is time for my khakis. For shoes, I had decided to try something a little wild. Keds. My friends, A and R, and I went out on Thursday to buy these retro sneakers, and we talked endlessly about all the cute skirts and capris that would match them.
But it is more than just clothes. I have spring fever. I am extremely restless and have no ability to concentrate. I have even curbed the amount of TV I have been watching. I cleaned my room and had urges to excercise. (Normally, exercise is achieved by looking in mirror with poor self esteem not by excess energy.)
Spring is here. Wahoo!
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