I am, frankly, sick of winter. Shocking, I know. Sick of sitting inside, with my wet hair wrapped up in a towel, looking out of the window at the frozen "ick" outside. Sick of finding cool indoor things to do; shopping, drinking coffee, organizing my clothing and accessories again, watching vintage "glamour" movies, ect.. I need to simply go outside and feel the warm sun on my face, my hair, my arms, my feet. I want to feel a warm breeze blowing through my over-conditioned hair. I want to see little light green shoots and buds everywhere I look. I want to sip wine and play my guitar in my yard underneath the big pines. And watch my neighbor's cat hunt.
Am I blue? Honestly now...aren't you?
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