I was driving to work this afternoon, and it occurred to me how much I detest the transition between winter and spring in Michigan. Don’t get me wrong, I can’t wait for spring to get here. I long for warmer weather.
My problem lies in the fact that looking out the window you are deceived into believing that it is a warm, beautiful day out and then you step outside… For instance, this afternoon the sky was a magnificent robin’s egg blue, there were wispy cloud strewn about. The sun was smiling down on the pavement.
By all accounts it should have been a lovely day, aside from the horrendously frigid air. Warm weather, where for art thou?