This has been one of the most difficult winters I have faced. This cold, gray, leafless season isn't easy for many, and the extreme and interminable nature of our weather hasn't done anything to lift my spirits. Couple these factors with impatient personal challenges and I don't know that I've ever yearned more deeply for the warmth and possibility of spring.
Today, a chance at change, as I saw something that has been missing for weeks - grass! Yesterday's clear blue skies and temperatures in the mid-40s meant that some of the frozen muck melted into the choked, oversaturated ground, revealing what has long been covered. Granted, this wasn't long, soft, fluffy green grass, more like a mangy, yellow comb-over, but it'll do for now. Another sign this depressed season might soon be over: a proud, albeit thin, robin, pecking and poking in a patch of long-hidden lawn, his path crossing with the startling sight of crocus and daffodil shoots making their way into this cheerless winter world.
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