I forgot about spring.
Maybe because last weekend was a whirlwind. Maybe because it's been so cold. Whatever the reason, I forgot about winter turning over to spring.
Truthfully, I'm not sure if I'm ready for it. I've grown accustomed to the sun setting by 5:30. And as much as I hate the cold, I find some comfort in warm layers and tall boots.
And, yes, it's been nice not having to worry about shaving my legs. But that's not the point I'm trying to make.
I never thought I'd want winter to stick around a little longer. And I still don't.
But for the first time, I'm leaning into the unknown. I'm holding onto this in-between while it lasts.