I just finished reading the book A Vineyard Killing by Philip R. Craig and there was a paragraph in one of the chapters that expressed exactly how I feel about the month of March. I know it’s not Match now but winter is coming and the beach bum in me is already thinking of spring. Here is the quote and I changed the character’s name to mine.
“March is Cindy’s least favorite month, because it holds the promise of spring but rarely delivers. The worst of winter is past but the sea and it’s winds are still bone chilling, and the trees are still bare ruined choirs. You can walk the beaches, but you usually have to wear your woolies and down jacket when you do, and there are no bluefish and keeper bass to be caught. Cindy was tired of being cold, and ready for the warm weather that wouldn’t quite come.”
Maybe in NJ this speaks more of February than March but it surely is the way I feel in the spring.