Ready

I'm ready for warm weather. It doesn't need to be hot; just warmer than it is now. My hands and feet get cold sometime in late October and stay that way until they thaw sometime in late March or early April or whenever the fickle Indiana weather decides I've suffered long enough.

I'm ready for days outside. They wouldn't have to be perfect days; just good enough. I love to watch it snow and have been known to instigate snowball fights and have engineered the building of more snowmen than I can count but sometimes a girl needs to get out and walk on newly warm grass.

I'm ready for a little sun. It doesn't need to be constant; just more than a peek every week or so. I have been wearing several layers even when I'm inside and have worn my thick socks thin and I am pretty sure I cannot remember what I look like with a little--but not too much--skin showing.

I'm ready. I don't want it all; just enough. Skin to feel a little sun and bare toes on warm grass and fingers that don't look purple-blue and just enough warm for it not to be cold.