The warm sunny weather this morning has left me bursting with life like a hand shooting out of the ground ready to sieze a new year. The populace of Missoula has a tendency to slouch about with their hands in their pockets during the abysmally grey winter months we have. Friends become stand-offish, deep ruts are dug, and a thick blanket of complacency falls over our fair city. Every year around this time however, the sun will come in full force, if even for just a few days, and rejuvenate the tired masses.
The car is washed of all its wintery sludge, vacuumed, and covered in ArmorAll. My favorite band 'Clutch' has come and gone leaving me with a cache of wonderful, albeit drunken, memories. Bicycle tuned up and ready to roll. House cleaned, windows wide open letting the fragrant air of the Garden City stir up and wash out the stuffiness of last season. Looking forward to an upcoming birthday party hosted by my friend and mentor Mitch Hegman in Helena next weekend. Not to mention the wedding, bachelor party, honeymoon, and life relocation all due in the coming months.
Springtime in Missoula is a wonderful thing, and I shall enjoy this, my very last one.
Nothing like spring! Missoula is a great place for that. Not sure about that Mitch Hegman fellow, though!
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