Spring is overrated

I mean look at winter and all those eulogies bout spring somehow sound like balderdash. Just had a quiet walk , alone with my music ,without a jacket to protect me from winters chilly embrace. Music warming me up from inside and winter frosting me over on the surface. The skies are like my bed sheet back home ..without a blemish, the air that we breathe is like champagne only changed into gaseous form. There are a thousand things to do .. to complete right this moment, infact am running late on so many things that i've just stopped counting but of comes like a reassuring pat that everything is smaller than me .. that this too like the winter of our discontent ..shall pass