It is winter. And not really. We’ve had a stretch of crazy warm days, with the thermometer reaching into the upper 60’s F. It’s the stuff of riding in shorts, in short sleeves, of walking outside barefoot. A ride past my neighbor’s field and the song of (too-)early Spring Peepers. Vanishing memories of the snow of recent days past.
The warm weather makes me restless. Feelings of wanderlust, longing for variation in the routine … metamorphosis, transformation. Not exactly sure why.
Maybe in a few days it will snow, and I will return to normal (whatever that is)?