Every winter, I wonder why I live in a place where it snows and ices and just generally sucks for several long, frigid months. There is not one single thing that I love about winter. I guess snow is pretty, but it's also stupid and cold and to me, that cancels out the pretty.
But then, spring comes in, with her pinks and blues and greens.
And I remember WHY I live in a place with winter, because without winter, we wouldn't really have spring.
With the promise of browns turning to green.
And coats only needing to be worn for a little while longer and sometimes not at all.
So thank you, winter, for giving way to spring.