Here I capture the final moments of (a very long) winter. I love living in a place with seasons, if only so I can always yearn for what I don’t have.
In winter, I wish for sunburn and cold beer and waffle cones from the custard shop on the high street. But in the hell of Pittsburgh summer, I miss reading by the fireplace, the way our street looks covered in snow.
The end of winter is an in-between. Spring is fits and starts. For now, I cherish my winter comforts and relish each chance to walk outside without a coat.