My heart is anticipating the arrival of spring now that warm air has moved in. But my mind is reluctant to hope, because I feel like it is so hard to escape winter. Winter just seems to hang around forever, which would be okay if it was the pure kind of winter. But the dirty, bitter cold, dark winter just grabs on after the new year and is always reluctant to let go.

So whenever warm weather visits, I get so happy, but at the same time afraid to love it too much. Because I'm afraid that it will leave just as quickly as it came. And if I was hoping that it'd stick around forever and it just up and leaves, it's very disappointing.

So I try to find a balance of thoroughly enjoying the weather and not falling in love with it too soon.