ghoti_mhic_uait

I do know what you mean actually. I remember sitting outside at the end of last summer, after weeks of sweltering heat, looking forward to being able to snuggle up with cats and blankets and big, fuzzy jumpers. But after months of slithering over ice and having my neck permanently hidden between hunched shoulders against the wind chill, I can't wait for spring.

As per usual, the grass is greener elsewhere.