Here we are, on the cusp of spring, yet winter’s icy grip just won’t let go. I find myself in that strange in-between season where the longing for warmth and color seeps into every part of my day. You know the feeling — that deep desire to just curl up in a ball, pull the covers over your head, and hibernate until the first blooms of spring burst into life.

This time of year, I feel like I’m moving in slow motion. Even my thoughts feel like they’re bundled in layers, just waiting for the thaw to come. I crave those longer days, where the sun feels like more than a distant memory, and the breeze doesn’t sting. But here we are, still trapped in the remnants of winter’s melancholy, and it’s testing my patience.

In my head, I’m already making mental lists of all the things I’ll do once spring arrives — the walks I’ll take, the vibrant colors I’ll soak in, the energy that’ll flow back into my veins. But for now? I’d rather be in a cozy cocoon, sipping tea, hiding from the last cold winds, waiting for the world to wake up again. There’s something to be said about allowing ourselves to hit pause during this time. Sometimes it’s okay to curl up, wait it out, and embrace the lull before the bloom.

Spring is just around the corner, but until then, you’ll find me in full hibernation mode, dreaming of sunshine.