AHHH i just want it to be spring already. i'm getting mad. i can't stand this anymore: 7 frigid, saddening weeks until spring. 7. 1 month and 3 weeks of cold, 1 month and 3 weeks without warm, sweet sun.
i think i love the sun more than any one person on the planet.
i love the sun, and i want it to be here but it's not and because of that i'm not fully happy. i just really want to go for walks, in warm times. maybe even hazy times. i want to eat watermelon on the front porch with my siblings, want to go get bubble tea with my sister, i want my plant webster to feel the real, strong sun on his leaves.
i want to read about art history outside on a mellow, fragrant day.
oh, i want to dig up compost and all the worms inside it and fill pots and holes in the ground with it, i want to get dirt under my fingernails digging holes for seeds with my hands. i really, really, really want to.
dog in a sun hat
