It’s global warming, I tell you. Pity the polar bears.
As much as I love the quiet elegance of snowfall, I really can’t wait for spring to come.
We had a week or so of warm-ish weather, with birds chirping happily away and a few tufts of daffodils greeting us as we walked home. I could already smell the sweet leathery scent of my ballet flats. My trenchcoat and blazer kept waving their sleeves at me everytime I opened my wardrobe.