Winter has been long this year. Really. Really. Long.
Extreme colds and extreme hots are not my favorite weather.
I do not spend time in mid winter wishing it were 90 degrees. I hate 90 degrees as much as I hate 20 degrees.
I am more of a middle ground woman. With most things actually.
Middle temperatures are where I’m most comfortable.
Give me a day in the 70’s any time.
For that reason, I like Spring and Fall the best.
Unfortunately, these seasons are shortest where I live. They are a brief few days or a couple of weeks at best.
The rest of the time is spent freezing and trying to stay warm, or sweating while I simply sit and try to remain cool.
So I wait.
I wait for Spring and Fall.
I hope that they will come on time, and maybe have a chance at lasting a season’s worth of comfortable temperatures.
It rarely happens, but I remain hopeful each season.
So when everyone else is wanting and wishing for 80 or 90 degree days, I am silently awaiting a day in the 50’s, 60’s or 70’s.
Waiting for that day when I don’t feel chilly just getting out of bed in the morning, or I don’t feel like I’m going to start on fire after my shower before I get dressed.
Not too hot.
Not too cold.