It’s just one of those days that come at the end of a long, gray winter. I’ve had enough. For a few months, I loved the pretty white flakes, the red cheeks, the evenings spent at home watching Mad About You and the countless excuses to drink hot chocolate. Now I’m sick of it. Spring couldn’t get here fast enough and summer too…
Many Quebecers and fellow inhabitants of cold regions spend thousands of dollars each year to travel to ‘the South’ (most often, Cuba, Dominican Republic and Mexico). There are also those of us who just can’t afford that. We resort to sighing, whining and daydreaming.
Let’s muse together for a few minutes.
If only the view out of our windows could suddenly change from this:
If only when we went out for a walk to the grocery store, we’d be strolling through this pretty alley:
Instead of walking under this dreary, dirty overpass:
We could spend the afternoon here:
Yeah, I’ve got a case of cabin fever and severe winteritis (does that term exist? It should). I’m so thankful for Spring Forward, which will at least help because nighttime won’t start at 4h30 pm anymore.
Just a few more weeks to go….
(All sunny pictures were taken in the South of France and all dreary, depressing pictures were taken in Montreal).