Dreams of spring and summer. Oh, if I close my eyes, I can picture myself with an ice tea, sitting outside a Caribou Coffee in my favorite St Paul neighborhood.
In my head I am lounging at the lake, pup having found a cool spot in the shade of the chaise. Or, I'm on my own back yard deck with a Vodka lemonade. I can hear the kids yelling and laughing on the play ground, soaking up the last of the sun-which of course is out until well after 9:00.
In my mind, I'm strolling along the banks of the Mississippi, or one of the inlets. Everyone I pass is happy and enjoying the warmth of a perfect late spring day.
But here's really what is going on outside. I'm about to brave the cold and my commute. It is mid January, and I'm trying for humor to get through the next two long months.
But then, if I close my eyes, not while driving mind you, and take a deep breath, I remind myself of the beauty of this season. Maybe, reality isn't quite so bad.