Today, after way too many days of chill, Baltimore hit a high temperature of 50 degrees. It came as a relief. I'd been starting to almost look forward to more frigid weather, which seems in retrospect to have been a meteorological version of Stockholm Syndrome. Baltimore's not Montreal, or Oslo. We are not built for this.
The old snow still lies on the ground, looking puckered and almost fake, as if someone tilted a can of shaving cream onto lawns and roadsides and hit Spray.
But the frigid winter days have been a good time for reading, and binge watching television. I've been catching up on lots of things. Comedians in Cars Getting Coffee, for one. Girls, for another. My whole household is falling into the weird dream that is True Detective. But mostly we're just waiting for spring.
In the meantime, here's one photo from a school visit last week at my own alma mater, Roland Park Country. The girls were just so cute--much cuter than I ever remember being.