"When will it end?"
"We're sick of winter."
It was funny to watch so many people - young, old, man, woman - say the exact same thing, one after another. But that only makes it all the more heartbreaking that there's fresh snow on the ground this morning.
I'm sure it will melt by nightfall but I'm also sure that everyone else felt the same stomach drop of disappointment when they looked out their windows as I did today.
We're sick of winter.