Oy.

This has been one tough winter.

And I know tough winters, man. I totally know them. But this one? It's been bitter and harsh and unrelenting and nerve racking.

I walked downtown this weekend to meet B and the in-laws for lunch, so I cut through Prentis Park.

Wet snow beat against my face, the wind rattled the trees, and the only thought that kept me going was:

Soon, green grass will be here, and I will be swimming laps at the pool. Soon, the sun will beat down on me as I lounge poolside with my latest, greatest book.

I don't think I'll make it until summer. I really think this winter may get the best of me. I really think I can't take anymore 35 mile-an-hour winds, frozen rain, slick roads, drifts, and the wind! thewindthewindthewind.

Stop.

Please.