Long Waited Warmth

It’s the middle of January, the coldest month of winter. I wake up surrounded in my cozy warm blankets. Essentially they protect me from the cold air that seeps through the cracks in my window, but today they suffocated me. My hair and shirt are drenched in sweat. I looked around my sunny room not knowing what is going on. Finally I decided to get up, open a window and look outside. When I do, I see actual grass!  All the snow that was built up through the winter has miraculously melted into huge puddles in my back yard.

I swing open my drawers plunge to the bottom, avoiding all winter wear and grab my beloved t-shirt and shorts. Scurrying out the door with my dog by my side we head to the ankle deep puddles. With the nice cool breeze whisking across my body and the warm sun wresting upon my shoulders I spend my whole day happy, outside with no trouble just enjoying myself while playing with my dog.

This happens to be one of my favorite memories because it was such a surprise. It was the middle of the winter, right when I start getting sick of the cold and the snow. To wake up expecting another miserable cold day but to be granted a beautiful spring day was and amazing surprise that made the whole day great. I was happy to not be cold the whole day; I like just running around barefoot all day. I felt so free to be outside and not trapped by all my clothes that keep me warm or my house that I stay in to avoid the freezing snow. Now every winter morning I wake up hoping that I will look out the window to see my adored puddle playground.