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Cravings

Right now I am desperately craving summer.
Or more specifically, sun....warmth.

Not blistering heat, mind you.

But that 'wear just jeans and a tee-shirt, rainbow sandles wearing, run on dirt instead of in a gym, not have your eyes fried by the icy wind, your hair dries in 5 minutes, lovely freckles, have an iced coffee, go for a hike kinda sun.
Today I got a slight glimpse as I didn't have to wear my amazingly warm Marmot jacket to class for one of the first times - and I was actually comfortable.

Usually I am much more of a winter person. Don't get me wrong, I could really go for some snow pretty much ANY time of the year. And I LOVE the rain. The sound of it pouring outside and tapping the window while you are inside curled up and toasty is IRRESISTIBLE and I would not trade that for anything!

But ENOUGH is ENOUGH already!

Ya just gotta have some balance.

I am sure that once warmer temperatures have graced us with their presence for a couple of months, I will be longing for winter.

I get irritated when people are never satisfied where they are in life - always looking to the future and wanting more instead of being content and present where they are currently. So I'm trying not to be this way about the weather.

I will continue to stay bundled up and enjoy hot coffee and the lovely pitter-pattering outside my window, as I know it won't stick around forever!

~SheriLynn

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