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.
9 comments:
I was super pumped to see the sun on Monday. The morning began at 54 degrees! Unfortunately, it went down from there, but it was a feeling of relief for a little while.
Nice picture of your wait for spring. I heard it whisper yesterday when we reached 70!
Ladies, you're killing me! You have 54 and 70 degrees? Bah! I'm so jealous. It was 12 degrees this morning. :( Hurry up, spring!
Feeling thankful for that, too, today!
Green Girl- Is it sunny by you today? It is back to being gray and glum here. Boo. :(
I was thinking the same thing when I went to close the curtains and it was still a little light at 5:30... there is hope. :)
the light males all the difference!
We are in need of sun here. It teases us lately and then starts to rain. I'm hoping they are right and it comes out tomorrow.
Beautiful poetry of words! Glad to have found your blog via Just Write. I too cannot wait for spring. I've been hearing the birds outside in the mornings lately and it makes me so happy.
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