It happens every year about this time. I enter a phase I can only describe as the winter blues. I realize that there are some people who have been diagnosed with Seasonal Affective Disorder. I haven’t. I love three of the four seasons – with summer being my favorite. It’s winter that brings me down. The grey skies. The cold wind. It’s enough to bring out my inner bear. Give me a cave and I’d hibernate.
I’ve considered hitting the tanning bed – and I would if I didn’t worry about wrinkles and skin cancer. Besides, it’s not a tan I want – it’s the warm weather I crave. The sunshine. The feel of the sand beneath my feet – especially after a long day at work. Spring can’t get here quick enough.