Snowbirds
The weather disgusts me. It is a balmy 5 degrees celsius. It is February 4. If it were the 22nd of July it would be minus 12.
I'm moving -twice. First to Lapland where I can ski til I drop, and once I've had my fill of that, I'll be Orlando bound, or maybe the Carribean, or the Mediterranean.
I long for seasons, real, identifiable seasons where one is distinctly different than the other and there are 4. Here in a good year we have 2, but on a bad year like this year even the line between those 2 becomes pretty blurry. 5 degrees in february. Its enough to make a girl sick.
I'm moving -twice. First to Lapland where I can ski til I drop, and once I've had my fill of that, I'll be Orlando bound, or maybe the Carribean, or the Mediterranean.
I long for seasons, real, identifiable seasons where one is distinctly different than the other and there are 4. Here in a good year we have 2, but on a bad year like this year even the line between those 2 becomes pretty blurry. 5 degrees in february. Its enough to make a girl sick.
posted by Emily at 9:16 AM
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