Ode to the melting

It's officially spring. I love it. I love that the sidewalks are clear and that there are little rivers of melted snow trickling down the gutters. I love that I didn't have to wear a winter jacket today, that my newly-waxed legs can feel the spring breeze and that there are dogs, babies and all kinds of people out in the park. I love that my glasses aren't fogging up when I come inside and that I don't have to wear my winter boots every day. And I love how little birds sing outside my window when the sun comes up and shines on me. It's great.