The sky was blue today, with a mosaic of clouds. There’ve been nice clear days, but I’ve been busy, and it’s felt overcast for a while.
I’ve lived in Vermont my whole life, I’ve only spent a handful of winters away, and each of them above the Mason-Dixon line. Around this time of winter I start to feel a bit dragged down, a bit bad. I lament the fact that I’ve chosen to spend my life some place where it’s not all that fun to sit on the ground for the better part of the year. And shorts? Out of the question.
The thing that keeps me from moving to Spain are days like today.
I often say that no person in Los Angeles has experienced a day half as beautiful as the first day above fifty degrees after a Vermont winter.
I think I might even believe that.
I’ve lived in Vermont my whole life, I’ve only spent a handful of winters away, and each of them above the Mason-Dixon line. Around this time of winter I start to feel a bit dragged down, a bit bad. I lament the fact that I’ve chosen to spend my life some place where it’s not all that fun to sit on the ground for the better part of the year. And shorts? Out of the question.
The thing that keeps me from moving to Spain are days like today.
I often say that no person in Los Angeles has experienced a day half as beautiful as the first day above fifty degrees after a Vermont winter.
I think I might even believe that.
