What does that title mean, you wonder. Well. It means that I just realized a few days ago that I need to stop wishing for spring so fervently because I will turn 60 in May. The three inches of snow and ice outside, the single-digit crystallized air, I need to cherish those because I'm still in my 50s right now.
Numbers are human creations and they shouldn't matter, but 60. Jeez. Oh, well.