I am feeling really good this morning, and I think winter is to blame. I'm on the verge of bouncing around on the balls of my feet, and have to keep restraining myslef from singing along with the my music here at my desk.
While I intellectually understand howrough it is for those people on my flist who hate winter and feel dragged down by it, I don't think I'll ever understand it on an emotional level - this is my season, and this is my weather. I draw energy from the snow and the crisp, sharp cold air.
The down side is that I don't want to be cooped up in the office here. I want to run outside and play in the snow, before it all gets rained away. Sadly, I have meetings stacked up near lunch time, so it's questionable if I'm going to be able to take a lunch break at all, let alone the hour to build a snow man that I want.
When I was a kid, I would draw a snowman on the calendar a day or so before my birthday (Nov 28) because I wanted there to be snow on my birthday - this rarely happens. Usually, we get aone really solid snow fall, then it warms up and rains before or on the 28th, as it's forecast to do this year.
(I need to make myself a Winter icon)