Mornings like this remind me of where I come from. After a cold winter, any hint of sunshine back home becomes an excuse to immediately break out flip-flops and t shirts. It was, perhaps, more justifiable there.
We spent a winter buried under seeming mountains of snow, thinking nothing of driving through two feet on snow, mindlessly following the two tiny tire tracks of previous cars…and pushing aside extra snow with the front of the car. There, some sun and a hint of spring did probably mean the temperature was infinitely warmer than it had been a month before.
Today people are wearing t shirts – only a couple, though. The rest of us aren’t wearing coats. Every day this week has been full of gorgeous sunshine, but every day the temperature slips just a tiny bit. Regardless of my near frozen hands, it is sunny and I’m dressing like it, damnit.
My manager just wore short sleeves today and is now huddled in her coat.
I wore a beautiful lightweight maternity summer dress – but over black trousers and a long sleeved black top. I’m just about the perfect temperature. (As long as I’m inside.)
Crazy train man wasn’t at the station today, and it felt like a preview for what the summer would be – hills and trees ringing my view, sunshine across my feet, a good book in my hands. Eleven weeks till I leave work to focus on baby-brewing full time.
If any of you lived nearby we could totally hang out in my garden, drinking tasty things and talking about all sorts of random, amazing crap.