April is said to be the cruelest month, but I would argue, around here, it is March. March gives the promise of spring, the taste of warm weather, a sense of coming out of the dark and dreary time of winter, and then what does it do? Snow??!!?
During the winter months, I know it will be cold and I prepare for it, cladding myself in warm clothes, both mentally and physcally. The cold weather doesn't thrill me but I can handle it. But the morning when I wake up expecting to feel that wonderful warmth of the day before and discover it is 29 degrees, finds me in a bit of a funk. I wonder if I can endure it another day. I knash at the unfairness of it, yes, the cruelty of it.
Then I get on my bike anyways.