Springtime, where are you? I sit here waiting for your warm glorious rays of sunshine to wash over me, to bring me out of this gloomy winter. But it’s like I’m sitting here alone at a table for two and you’re the date that stands me up.
It’s April and I’m supposed to be in sandals and sundresses, not still bundled up in scarves and sweaters.
Come on Springtime, don’t leave me hanging.
