I vowed I would do whatever it took. (Well, I would cheer on my spouse, who would do the driving). I would travel until I found spring, and then I would make spring come back with me.
I could bribe spring with food. I could beg it. I could take pictures of her and blackmail her into coming to Binghamton, New York. I would think of something.
The journey began. It was 34 degrees out as we left at dawn. The sun rose south of Great Bend, Pennsylvania. My friend back home said ice pellets fell as she walked that morning.
Today in Binghamton, it was 41 degrees with light rain. In Charleston it was 80 degrees and we were under a tornado watch.
I've found spring. Spring, I know where you are hiding.
Now, I have my work cut out.