Theoretically, Spring will come. It doesn’t feel like it though. Spring is something that exists in my memory and in my dreams, but there doesn’t seem to be any way to get to it in real life. Looking at the calendar, it seems that in another month it should be just about here. But it might as well be a million years away. Right now there is no rescue, no break, no mercy from the cold and snow.

At first, winter was kind of exciting. It meant the approach of the holidays. Then in January, one knew that this is how winter is, and this is the time of year for it. But now at the end of February when we’ve trudged through snow and cold since November, it is becoming a bit dreary.

I keep thinking that the weather has to break sometime, but it has not. I can’t imagine a time when buds will appear on the trees, when a warmer wind will caress rather than burn one’s cheeks, and when the sunshine of Spring and Summer will hug and envelope me. I long for the warmth and gentleness of Spring….