Recognizing a sense of unrest in myself; waiting for things to unfold. It's been an itchy, confining last half of winter and I can't even remember the last time the roads were clear enough to go out for a walk. (There are no sidewalks in our area, so in winter when the roadsides are choked with snow it's not safe to walk AND you run the risk of being spattered head-to-toe by passing cars.) I hate feeling complainy about the weather, but I'm ready for change.
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