I'm longing for the sounds of birds and breeze in the trees.
I ache to smell the grass after the rain.
I need to feel warm sunshine on my face.
I'm done with snow. I'm not even scared to drive in it any more. They predict snow and I'm all, "Bring it on. I can drive in that crap now." I'll be wherever I need to be in twice the amount of time as usual.
Because even though I'm brave, I'm not speedy.