I went for a run today because I just remembered that I'd signed up for a 5k with some girlfriends this Sunday (remembering that I'd signed up and then going for a run is the reason I sign up for 5ks in the first place) and it was actually hot out. Gloves were a bad choice, and I had to stop and peel off my outermost layer or risk overheating (nipping into a side-street first, obviously. Taking off clothing on a busy street is the most honk-inducing thing you can do).
I know I blather on about the weather quite a bit this time of year, but SPRING! IS! COMING! I can't help but hail it. I love summer for its shorts and bare feet and beaches and sunscreen and I love spring for the anticipation of those things. It's like the build-up to Christmas. The sun comes out and suddenly everyone is smiling and strangers high-five you on the street. This spring in particular I will be graduating and entering the final year of my 20s and going to New York and I am on TENTERHOOKS about it all. I am trying not to rush this, then, the first day with my naked shoulders out in the sun.