Every morning, as I look out the window at the gray, icy landscape, I feel my thoughts drifting to spring. I'm tired of thick jackets, cold breath and short days. I can't wait for the sun to get warmer, to smell the blossoming treetops and the first green grass under my feet. I miss the longer days, light clothes and walks without stiff shoulders from the cold. As the snow crunches under my steps, I'm already counting down the days until spring - the moment when I can finally breathe fully.
