I'm weary of winter.
Snow is preferred to the cold, raw, dark, cloudy season we've had this year.
I long for spring with it's longer days.
To hear the symphony of birds as they prepare their nests, while peepers wake from their winter slumber and start their own songs .
Warm days, filled with sun.
Cool evenings.
The blue sky turns inky black.
The night sky fills with stars.
In the yard dance the Fireflies.
