I was on the phone with a friend still in New York. I asked him about the weather there, in early spring. “You know it’s nice, like 50 degrees but not too bad.”
“How is it there?” He asked, to which I replied “Its about 34 above zero! I drove with the windows down today!”
While the roommates and I sat on our balcony this past weekend, under a clear sky and a warm sun, we wondered when and how 40 degrees became our baseline for warmth. Its not like we haven’t experienced winter becoming spring before.
I guess after months of unrelenting dark and low temperatures I’ve never experienced before, the warmth of the sun has never been more welcomed. If you walk down Steadman at any given time, you will probably see at least one of us volunteers out on that balcony, reading or napping or simply soaking in that sweet, sweet vitamin D.
The sun is back! Now it wakes up earlier than I do and I can feel summer just around the corner. I can remember long drives out of town and days spent on Salmon Lake and nights with bonfires on the beach and I am rejuvenated.
Sure, maybe the few of us in shorts took it a bit too far, but when the sun touches your skin for the first time after a long winter, well sometimes you just gotta dig out those cutoffs.
