I know I shouldn’t get my hopes up too soon, but holy ostritch on a bike I need spring to come.

Today it was 68 degrees. In Ohio. In February. And I didn’t even see one cloud. I have no idea what kind of tomfoolery is going on Upstairs, but someone certainly screwed up and hit the global warming button this morning. Hey, you don’t hear this kid complaining in the slightest. I’m all for divine mishaps.

It’s incredible to me just how much of a natural mood enhancer (take *that* St. John’s Wort!) the sun can be. I’ve always known that I was seasonally affected, with the gloomy days of winter being my arch-nemesis. Though the past two years have been a cakewalk compared to fall and winter of those gone by, I’m still nevertheless impacted by the sun pulling the snowbird routine and packing up to go down south. And the funny thing is, I never realize it until the sun comes back out, and I’m all like, “holy ostritch on a bike! I’m in a good mood!” It’s like forgetting that you love that one CD that you just never listen to. Nothing is sweeter than rediscovery.

So in honor of Global Warming day, I drove out to the mini-airport for a nice, brisk, hour-long skate. And then I took pictures. Of everything. Becaust it was 68 degrees outside, that’s why.

I would pay significant cash to have a repeat performance from Upper Management tomorrow, but alas I hear it’s supposed to be mid-30s and possibly snow. Normal.

So while I do my little happy dance today, my sinuses are getting prepared to up and leave when the pressure system takes a nose-dive tonight.

Some days though, all it takes is some sunshine and a breeze to recharge the soul.