We are but one month away from spring, meaning there is only one more month left of winter. Getting two-thirds of a way through something means the end is in sight – distant sight perhaps, but in sight nonetheless. That said, in the case of winter it’s always this last trudge that feels the bleakest and most difficult. Nerves are frayed, patience is at an end, and even the magic of a snowstorm doesn’t seem so magical when you’ve already done it as much as we have this past year. I find ways of coping in splurging on a bouquet of fresh flowers, then watching as the light shifts during the day, illuminating different hues and colors as the hours tick by. I won’t disturb your viewing pleasure with these pesky words any longer.
