The last few weeks have been beautiful. The air is starting to smell sweeter, almost spring like. Okay, not exactly spring, but when I walk Maggi before work at fuck-off-o’clock I often skip the gloves or scarf or just wear a sweatshirt, sans jacket. The only reason that I’ve been wearing boots is to keep my feet dry from the deep clear puddles scattered through out my neighborhood. It’s the kind of weather that makes you want to whistle. It’s the kind of weather that makes you happy, and reminds you that spring is in fact on it’s way over to kiss your cheek with sunlight.
This video was taken 10 minuets ago. It isn’t grainy, that’s the asshole wind blowing copious amounts of snow.
Mother Nature is a fucking bitch. Try and tell me otherwise, I dare you.
