March 3, 2010

All winter long you wait for it

“All winter long you wait for it, knowing it’s coming, never really believing that it will.

Sticking your head out the door every morning from the first week of March on– nothing. Just one more scarf and gloves and plenty of Chapstick day. Shut the door tight, pull on an extra pair of socks and resign yourself to a lifetime of wet feet and cough drops.

Then it’s here, it’s really here, only when you’ve given up on it does it finally arrive, everywhere you look fellow spring-stoned zombies with their unzipped jackets flapping wide open in the warm afternoon breeze, sun-kissed perma-smiles on every stranger’s happily stunned face. “– from Moody Food by Ray Robertson