spring?

is spring here? i'm sure i'm speaking too soon. i have a habit of that. i walked outside today wrapped from head to toe in a scarf, mittens, and my winter coat, and was peeling off layers by fourteenth street. it's strange that after just a couple of months of actual winter, i'd kind of forgotten what it was like to feel warm (at least in d.c., negril was more than warm.) i remembered one day in july when brian and i stopped by l'enfant, a little french restaurant on the corners of u and eighteenth streets, drank several belgian beers and then headed to meridian park for the drum circle. it was unbelievably hot, but we were able to shimmy our way into the circle and sit on a concrete ledge under a tree. it seemed like the perfect thing to do on a summer sunday. ah, warm weather.. flip flops, yoga in the park, lying on my deck to take a nap, long runs and bicycle rides, ice cream. i don't know if i could ever live somewhere where there wasn't four seasons. i love the ebb and flow.