Tuesday, February 23, 2010
Summertime and the livin's easy.
Yesterday felt like spring. It was almost fifty degrees, and the sun was shining and I was wearing a light coat and sunglasses, and although there was not much green I could feel it trying to come out from behind the whites and browns of a New Hampshire winter.
I woke up this morning to grey skies and flurries, to a forecast of at least ten days of snow, and cold weather yet again.
I miss the summer. I miss skirts and shorts and tank tops, I miss browned skin and barbecues. I miss warmth--heat, even--and sunshine on my head and cold drinks and late nights waiting for it to cool down.
I've planned a summer party for this weekend, for our writer friends in New Hampshire. We are turning the heat up and wearing summer dresses, making Mexican food and drinking mojitos. It's not quite July, but it will do for now.