Today it is finally starting to feel like spring. They are predicting a balmy 40 degrees all week and the sun is out. I can’t even remember how long it has been since we have seen this much sun.
Those who aren’t from Michigan (or other similar climates) probably cannot understand quite the relief of getting out after months stuck inside with artificial light and stale air, but it is such a relief to be freed from it, even temporarily.
Today my husband and I got out for our first real walk in months. Yes, the breeze was a little cold, but not biting. Yes, the snow made it slow going, but it was so worth it.
We even found a little bit of open water.
There is a certain kind of stark beauty about things that have lasted through the ordeal of winter. They look fragile, but must have been very strong to survive the heavy snows and whipping winds.
The chickadees and sparrows were singing to us. Every note sang “spring”. No matter how long and bleak the winter has been, there is a promise that spring will always come.