All winter long, I open the blinds and wait. I stand very still, eyes closed, holding my breath, waiting. Nothing happens day after day. Just me standing in the dark and deathly silence.
There will be a morning, a very sunny morning, where the birds are literally chirping their heads off to get me to notice that spring is arriving. After so many mornings in the dark, one morning, I will look over at the window to fuss at them to be quiet and will notice the streams of sunshine reaching out to me in my chair.
Today was that morning. I opened the blinds and stood still. Through my closed eye lids, I could see the sun shining and I could feel the glow and I then exhaled loudly. I ran outside to feel spring and to take a photo of my favorite tree, the squirrel tree!
Everything happens so fast from here. I will look out the window in just a few days and their will be buds on the lilac bushes that are that marvelous shade of new green and then magically the grass will wake up.
There are so many days when I don't feel like getting out of bed, that I can't bring myself to soldier on in the darkness. Then the morning comes and I am filled with such peace, knowing I have made it through the worst of it, again.