Our Hands Seek The End Of Afternoons

The bugs are beginning to come back out, now sunsets by the river are punctuated by bites. Still, I'm glad for the warmer weather and bare legs. It's always liberating when spring comes around and we begin to shed our layers. There is something so restricting about winter clothes; the weight of a coat limiting the range of motion in your arms, the suffocating feeling of tights and socks bundled away into boots, the uselessness of your hands swaddled in mittens...After a few months of that isn't everyone excited to throw off the heavy layers and breathe? To move and bury their toes in the sand?