I went running today. It was 85 degrees with a lazy breeze. The palm trees swayed. The birds chirped happily amongst themselves, no doubt discussing the weather. The sun kissed my shoulders and strengthened the mellow sent of my sunscreen and the tang of cut grass that hung in the air of the neighborhood.
There have been moments, quick and fleeting, where I miss the stillness of winter. The beauty of the stark, skeletal trees dusted with snow. And I think to myself how distinct seasons make for such a rich and vibrant life.
But ultimately the plebeian in me wins out.
What can I say? It's January and I smell like Banana Boat.
Stumble It!
