damn you spring. are you trying to make me crazy?
slinking in and around the corners and in the shadows. way to pop out for the last few days and make my knees feel all old and creaky. i really enjoyed that.
maybe what you could do is just be present. stand up, stand out. don't worry, no one is going to be mad at you. maybe just a little perturbed that you took so long playing hide and seek with our hearts.
i'm sort of over wearing four layers and gloves and boots. i'm not going to turn into that spring flip-flopper like i saw on the subway yesterday. i just want to ride my bike without a scarf, go on a walk without three pairs of socks on, and perhaps hang out on the roof?
could you put in a word with old man winter and see if he's ready to take a breather in the seasonal lodge rocking chair? i'll send him some beef jerky if he's less crotchety next year.
so come on out spring; we're ready to play.
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