Tonawanda News — I’m sitting here at my desk Wednesday, looking out the window. It’s freezing in the office, as usual, and outside, it’s snowing.
Not just a little snow in the air. Big, wet, white flakes, the kind that it’s a pain to clean off the car even while they make it slushy and treacherous underfoot. I’m watching this, and I’m already freezing, and it’s not doing my mood any good.
I’m ready for spring.
I know that’s a silly statement for late February in Western New York. Spring — real spring, not the technical start of the season — is probably at least a month away, and winter has a good chance of giving us one last gesture with a bit of ice and snow sometime after Easter. Still. Whether or not I’m going to get my request, I’m ready for this to be done.
I’m ready for sandals. I’m ready for walks in Niawanda Park (though my 4-year-old is lobbying for one last sledding run). I’m ready for playgrounds and Mississippi Mudd’s and festivals that celebrate just about everything and outdoor concert schedules.
I’m sick of winter coats — and trying to stuff the boys into them just to get out the door. I’m sick of heating bills. And I’m really, really tired of the mess and the grayness.
I know, I know — it’s been a mild winter. And a wise man told me once never to wish your life away. But that first day when I can walk out the door without a heavy coat on, soak in the sunshine and roll down the car windows — even a little — will be a fine one.
And I know I’m not alone in that thought, mild winter or not.