The sun, gone for what feels like weeks, is tossing butter-colored ribbons of light across the frozen ground. My mood makes an immediate turnabout. There is hope.
The sun reminds me that the snow will melt, the ice will thaw, the temperatures will rise. Spring will come. Soon there will be grass, and leaves, and flowers. It will come.
The never-ending cold will end.
The sun stays longer than the previous months. It is still light as I cart the kids to swim class. The wind bites at our faces as we scurry across the street to reach the building and take cover from winter's bitterness. But the sun is still there. It strengthens my resolve.
This too shall pass.