I am unsure if it's because Charlie and I are both sick while being stuck inside on a sunny day. Or perhaps, it's the mud in our yard that is accumulating as the snow begins to melt. Maybe, it's because I was putting clothes away and saw a few pairs of shorts. I miss Spring. I miss putting on a pair of capris, a tee and jumping in the car with Charlie with no particular place to go. I miss opening the sunroof and feeling warmth hit my neck from the sunbeams creeping into my car.
![](https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiELZ5BALjY2vokg9y4a-yJI5rG0AAo6uJxJn-REF99QuW6euWsJfebGJdE_W-JwPSzfpsHQWYsbe0sGsWmMw8iKyRZvJOkrjNvFNoWAiFznwlnTrqmSuGNP_n3VEXtiHM5q_HSQaudhMnR/s640/today+098.jpg)
I miss jumping from rock to rock across a River and feeling the spray of the chilled water hitting my leg as some of the waves collapse against the rocks.
![](https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTZZWz-OcLRutinYplUHd-xn-ouQCcuf9oz2NmgTjhgYMgZpRrNT_hj9A87m03w5UYseBIOz6GeyrF7aLD2qXcc4lYBtUFU59Fxmqot1nfnAS-mYfVWNj00ZpPRbUhIGR5-Pkeszfceez5/s640/today+093.jpg)
![](https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLz7w1UobFZcAs6IWgIMcXSyTnckXLdCHAubhwVx29YfT7JGkkJBQjLoUOBSLQyELuHp_hzfuoPBf2VU0dTMW56GKBdjpQfKUjTlqQB9RxHrJDpa8AJcsFyD6OwZ7GQtmJP0kUPlONOCql/s640/today+119.jpg)
When Spring arrives I know that I will miss Winter.