Reprieve

This past week, we had a little break from winter, a lifting of temperatures for about five days that brought with it a corresponding lift in my spirits. Winter here is beautiful, I can't deny it, but it is cold and it is long, and it is arduous when you are trying to trudge through the snow or force a stroller through it and over uneven mounds of built up snow and ice at street corners. so I was tired, so very tired of it. The winter blahs were starting to set in, hard. I was counting days until spring, which really doesn't come in earnest until partway into April.

So this week was like a little gift. A spring break before spring has arrived, a week of coming out of deep hibernation. A week when the temperatures allowed for nice long walks with the stroller, and feeling like I could stretch my legs a bit before returning to my den to hunker down for another couple of months. Because yes, winter returns after a little reprieve like that, it always does, and I know it, but that short few days restores my spirits so much, allowing me to refill my inner pantry with hope and sunshine to last until real spring is here.

So thanks, Mother Nature. Thanks for giving me that little respite. It's really helped. So winter? Now you can go ahead and carry on as you were, if you must. I understand, I really do. And now I'm prepared for another bout. Still, spring? You come on out whenever you're ready, m'kay?