So it's the first week of December and I'm already waiting for spring. This is a problem. Why? Because I won't be getting any spring until 2012. And you know what makes it worse? I JUST committed to spring being my favorite season the other day. I realized how much I loved the reminders of renewal and new life and the parallels to the Christian faith. I love that smell of growth that floats in the breeze. Missing out on spring this year only shows me just how necessary it is in my life. After the harsh, sunless, death of winter, the fresh, brilliant, life of spring is exactly what I crave. How am I ever going to handle being hurdled from the dead of winter into the harsh glare of the hot summer sun?! Well I imagine my skin will turn red and I'll sweat a lot. Perhaps the beach will appease me, but I doubt it. I'm hard set to miss my primavera to the fullest.
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