I'm glad winter is over. Well, almost over. There's always a chance in March for a massive snowstorm to dump 10 inches of snow on Wichita. But, in all likelihood -- based on the forecast for the next week -- winter is pretty much over.
I'm glad about this not because I hate winter. It's great. Christmas is in the middle of winter. No, I'm glad because it's slightly more difficult to pray for someone when you're shivering. It's hard to walk down a city street, or several of them, when you can't feel your feet, and your nose is running uncontrollably, and at that point you don't even want to find someone to pray for because they'd think you were a bit odd -- standing there, red-nosed, stopping them from getting out of the cold so they can warm up their own feet and find their own Kleenex.
So it's staying lighter longer. And it was about 70 degrees today. And I walked all over Old Town tonight. And the people were out and ready to be prayed for. Welcome to spring.
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