Spring Has Sprung

Maybe my recent grumpiness has to do with the fact that winter feels like it will NEVER end. It seems like a year ago that it was warm enough to sit out on my back porch or not shiver in the car on the entire ride to work in the morning.

Not yesterday.

I spent Saturday in Virginia Beach with my aunt and uncle (experiencing c-i-v-i-l-i-z-a-t-i-o-n), and drove home to weather that was sunny and in the upper 60s. I opened my windows, turned the ceiling fan on, and took a nap before I had to head to youth group at 5.

Heaven? Has to be something like that.

Maybe it's the time change, but there's something about spring sunshine that makes it (nearly) impossible for me to be in a bad mood. I feel energized and capable of anything. Fresh air flowing through my room  is practically floating Prozac that goes directly to my brain.

Could this mean that I'm...happy again? Huh. Interesting feeling.