Oh, how I hate winter. This time of year is almost worse than the darkest days of the deepfreeze - there's this aching tease of what springtime glories lie ahead, but they're not quite here yet.
March is like having one of those agonizing adoloescent crushes on someone who doesn't know you exist - you're constantly looking for signs, interpreting the smallest signs of hope...and nothing ever happens. I feel like that now, as the snow starts to melt but heady days of wearing sandals and tank tops are far, far away.
For anyone who's looking to listen to something new, check out Regina Spektor's website at www.reginaspektor.com. Click on "Music," and if you want to hear my (and Dad's, I think) current fave click on the "Begin to hope" tape picture. Honestly, I have no idea where Dad finds this stuff, but it's great.
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