Almost at the end of March, winter's over.

I think I have the opposite SADs... summer makes me evil while winter makes me like a little cherub wanting to kiss the cheek of all--insane a week ago I'd wake up and it's 20 f out now in the 50s going up to 70. Winter never lasts long enough. Always been my favorite season. I love the snow and i love the cold. I would have this recurring dream as a child where I'd be exploring either the Arctic or somewhere in Alaska. Full whiteout, blue blue water, pine trees covered in snow, glaciers with wildlife hanging around, if it had any association with the north it'd be there. No saint nick, though. I would always swim into wherever I'd be exploring, probably inspired but the David Hasselhoff scene from the sponge bob movie. Think around the first time I remember having this dream I had just recently seen it for the first time. I love the thought, I was pretty heavy as a kid, the visual of my man boobs jerking like pecs to propel myself through the water is pretty awesome.

I miss the water. Since moving, though still near the coast, I am not on it anymore. I don't think I was one who took the beach for granted, but darn, I sure feel like it. Looking at my skin and seeing it fade to a shade of white, Casper would even say "damn..." at ain't my favorite thing. Wish I could be at a nice beach on a ~60 f day. Typing out that thought made me feel like I'm 40.

Ttyl