Whether captured in a sphere of crystals or crackling at the top of a wooden-wicked candle, a little flame holds all the warmth and light a winter night needs to recede into the shadows. The last stretch of winter is always the longest, and usually comes with the worst storms. March is tricky that way.
After last year, when winter lingered longer than necessary, and summer failed to properly arrive at all, we learned that we couldn’t be dependent on the weather for happiness, as much as it augmented the feeling. And so, whatever may come, we will trudge through it, feeling hope when winter wanes, feeling frustration when spring stalls, but feeling it all and moving on the next day.
