Today is the reason I hate Spring. When I check my "48096" forecast (Armada, Michigan), I notice it is 66 degrees out. When I check the Indian Rock Beach, Florida forecast, I notice it is 68 degrees there. I hit the "Back" button at the top of my screen to get a double take at what I just witnessed. I scroll down the 48096 page and notice there is snow showers scheduled next weekend. Ha. I hate Spring.
I went on a bikeride today and was happy it was warm enough to do so. I heard the gravel being obturned beneath my spokes and the smell of the Spring air. I hate that smell. That smell of gravel. It reminds me of my eleven Springs I spent on a softball diamond. I liked softball. But I hated Spring. I hated how one day I was stripping down in the outfield and the next day I wore a headband and insulated mittens.
Today I hated Spring because I know it won't last. Thanks Spring, for giving me high hopes of warmer days. Thanks for letting me down every one of those days, too. Spring is kind of like Jason Mesnick, the previous 'Bachelor' who picked one girl then dumped her to go back to the other. Yea, Spring, take that. Go be hot one day and then hale the next. Go right ahead!
I love Fall. I love it because it won't let you down. I know the intolerable winter is on it's way.
So when Fall days are hot and then cold (kinda like Katie Perry, ha), I'm not let down. I'm not anticipating anything better to come. Fall does it's job, it keeps its promise. Spring on the other hand..
I hate Spring.
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