Today at work I complimented someone on her sandals. She replied, "I have to wear them now, because it's only 2 1/2 months until winter." And every fiber of my inner being wailed, "Nooooooo! Don't say things like that!" I can't possibly survive another winter like the last one.
I won't let it get me down. I refuse to let winter hold my summer hostage. There is such a thing as looking too far ahead. Time enough to deal with dark and cold and wind and snow. Right now, I will suck up every little bit of sunshine, warmth, and joy that I can. I will dig my fingers into the crumbly garden soil, relish the sight of Brio bounding toward me across the grass, and soak in the singing of birds before dawn.