Warmth

I can barely wait for the days where you can wear your flip flops and not have to look at the weather channel to see if it will be warm enough, where you can slip into your favorite dress and not have to hide its loveliness with a jacket. When you can finally study outside or roll around in the grass, your choice. When the shade is actually comforting and does not feel like death. When you can hear the pitter-patter of the rain tapping on your roof and windows inviting you to enjoy its goodness and not have to tromp through the bitterness of snow. When you can stay out late to stare up at the stars and not feel as if you are so distant, when the sun tenderly wakes you up by wrapping its warmth around you and stays out late in the day to play. What joy the warmth brings its way.

Boo moody Iowa.