What’s the weather outside your window doing right now? If that’s not inspiring, what’s the weather like somewhere you wish you could be?

A group of women walk past, loudly chatting about how it's "almost Friday!" Snow crunches underneath their assorted Frye boots. 

"God, I am so sick of this damn snow," she whines, wiping her dripping nose. 

Her boyfriend chuckled and pulled her closer. "It'll be spring soon enough." 

The little white man walk signal came on and they made their way across the street, along with the other commuters.

"Why can't we just-" She stops herself, not wanting to finish the sentence. He rolls his eyes slightly at her but otherwise doesn't acknowledge her incomplete thought.

They get to the car and get in, just as flurries start to fall from the sky.

Awesome, she thought, more fucking snow. They headed home in silence, both deep in thought. Or at least she was. He was probably thinking about what wings he wanted to order to watch the game tonight. 

All she wanted was sunshine.