And still I tell you it's Spring

[hummingwolf]

The world is turning grey and white again. Snow is falling, sometimes thick enough to blur and distort the trees two houses down, giving the sense that there is a portal to another world between here and there. Other times, snow falls sparely, barely noticeable flakes drifting down almost seeming like a product of the snow-mad imagination. It's been an interesting winter. But I do believe it's spring.

The weather having been warmer lately, snow will only stick to the coldest things--metal fences, tree limbs, piles of dead leaves. Me. It hasn't been the best weekend or the best week. Yesterday was better somehow, but now that feeling seems like a mood borrowed from someone else's life. So tired, still wondering what I can do and whether it matters what I do. I'm trying to find some warmth inside, some sign of life. Today I feel like a cocoon, lifeless shell with the hope of life inside. I do hope it's spring.