It’s April in Minnesota. Temperatures are just starting to creep above 50 degrees. Here, that means it’s time to break out shorts and flip-flops. The sun stays out longer, and you start to think that maybe being out-of-doors isn’t a form of punishment.
Spring is an all-too-short season here. I find that as I get older, I feel a little panicked at springtime–like I have to do it all, spend every minute soaking it in because soon it will be gone and I will be left feeling as though I have missed the whole thing. Holidays are this way too. Everything starts to rush by so quickly. This year, I’m going to try to be outside more, just for the sake of being outside. Reading books on the balcony, walks around the neighborhood. I want this Spring to end without any regrets.
I walk. I talk. I shop. I sneeze. I'm gonna be a fireman when the floods roll back.






