The days are getting longer.

I've noticed recently that the sun is staying up later, while I'm still fighting to stay awake past 8 o'clock. But the thought of spring ever so slowly approaching makes me giddy with excitement.

Two nights ago, I glanced at the weather forecast, and my heart stopped while I read "high of 36" for one day next week. It's comical, really. But even with a chance of snow that day, a high of 36 is potentially the warmest it's been in almost two months, if I had to guess. Maybe even longer.

As it is, my car barely passes the pile of snow that's currently along the side of my driveway. If it doesn't melt just a little before the next big storm, I don't know how I'll be able to swing my car out of my garage.

Though I continue to curse the winter sun: so bright and promising, but so very deceiving and terribly cold at the same time, I know soon there will be a day that will require me to wear sunglasses, but not gloves. Or boots. Or, gasp!, even a scarf.

And how I look forward to those days.

To being able to leave the house without a jacket. To being able to finally wear the pair of Oxfords I bought last fall. To being able to drive home from work with my window down. To being able to open the windows in my house (!!) and let the sun and fresh air in, after a long, cold winter.

I'm ready for you, spring, just as soon as I get my hands on some new mint green nail polish.