I wrote this last week…when the temperatures were near 55 and the sun was shining.

It’s been a beautiful, brown winter. The kind where I don’t have to button up my winter coat or warm-up my car. The kind where I get to run outside in January without bundling up too much. The kind where coffee in the morning is a treat, but not a warmth-necessity. We haven’t had a lick of snow cover the ground. There was one evening where the rain turned to tiny little flurries, but they melted while still in the air.

And while I still reach forward for spring, I am finding that, this year, winter isn’t so bad.

Guess I spoke too soon.