I’m tired of winter. It always happens to me about this time each year. In October the chilly weather is kind of a refeshing change from the hot summer days. And the first snowflakes are always magical. But now it’s the end of February and it’s just wet and slushy and icky and cold and I want springtime to be here already. For God’s sake, the Red Sox are already in spring training down in Florida. Does this mean nothing to the weather Gods?
Persephone? Where are you?
So, in an act of imitative magic, I’ve already done something that I usually only do with the arrival of springtime in hopes of forcing the season into fruition.
I’ve shaved off my beard.
This had better work.