But I can feel it.
It’s coming. The sun burns my eyes, the fresh air clogs up my pores. The morning is still blessedly dark when I wake up, but even before I get to work the sun is up, melting the snow. In beautiful shades of orange and pinks it rises over the sparkling white snow, giving me a headache while I’m driving to work. We’re down to only a foot of snow now. A few more days of sunshine and warmth and we’ll be down to... well, just under a foot of snow. Soon pesky little flowers will start popping up everywhere and people will start smiling.
|Luckily, in this picture the flowers on my kitchen table were |
already dying and the sun was setting.
And the birds, don’t get me started on the birds and the singing. I haven’t heard a single quack all winter long, but now, the little birdies are up and squawking away already at 7 in the morning. Luckily I can blast music in the car and drown out the sound of the little fuckers getting their flirt on.
Living in Finland means six months of almost no sun at all, but conversely the other six months are spent cursing whomever left the light on. I need a little darkness to go with my Pepsi Max, and I need it soon, before I accidentally start smiling.*