Paris has been a cold and cloudy place since the beginning of winter but today… its sunny and warm and absolutely fantastic. I walked outside to run some errands and felt the sun on my skin for the first time in a long time. It was the kind of moment where the lingering cool air of winter surrounds your skin but the sun pierces through and warms it. Ahh. I took a deep breath. What I hadn’t realized was there, weight of winter on my shoulders, the coldness stuck in my hands, the tension that keeps my body tucked into my clothes to keep me warm, was melting, cracking, and crumbling away. I didn’t want to move because I knew the shadows around me held the prickly feeling of winter. I just kept filling my lungs with the fresh air. The warmth reminded me of the possibilities ahead of me. I allowed myself to dream of the upcoming few months. What I only hope will be weekends spent with my friends drinking bottles of wine and eating delicious baguettes on the Champs de Mars, along the banks of the seine, in the Jardin du Luxembourg, and at the top of the Arc de Triomphe. I dreamt of the summer, when the sun would no longer be my friend. When I can wear shorts and t-shirts and try to be tan. Mmmm. I was completely rejuvenated, like I had the energy to do anything. I decided that later I would go for a run (in SHORTS! My pasty legs need to see the sun) which gave me the opportunity to watch airplanes cross the expansive cloudless sky. It inspired me to be poetic (or at least try)! However, after a few minutes, a light breeze blew and stole the warmth that was resting on my skin, reminding me that it’s only the beginning of February, winter isn’t finished. But the quiet excitement remained: Spring is coming!!
On top of it all! Another 2 week vacation starts tonight!! I’ll be traveling to Holland for a week with my friend Sara. After that, I’ll enjoy my time in Paris or here at the house but without responsibility of dealing with the children! I’ll be sure to keep you all updated!
Have a good weekend!
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