Warm weather has fought the cold away. My cheeks no longer sting when I step out my front door. I’m greeted by the soft warm touch of 22 degree weather. It’s the kind of warmth we all needed after freezing for so terribly long. Typically February doesn’t offer up such nice temperatures. But alas I welcome such air with open arms. The wind is always kind to me. I speak to the spirits of the breeze in a way two very dear friends would whisper secrets back and forth. Yet even so, when it’s battered with the ice-creating cold our conversations turn to arguments. The warmth has made up for the heartache. I enjoy anything above -10 degrees. So 22 above feels like summertime to my winter-dwelling soul.
