It's been a difficult few weeks. Winter keeps dragging on and on. A warm weekend is followed by -28c windchill. We get enough snow to warrant shovelling twice in 24 hours. The time changes but completely and totally messes up my sleep patterns. The weather forecasters tells us to expect below average temperatures.
I'm tired. I'm tired of winter. I'm tired of wearing two sweaters and still being cold. I'm tired of seeing 4am every night, which I've done since we "jumped forward." I'm tired of greyness.
This winter feels unending and soul-sucking.
And then I step away from the computer to fill the neglected birdfeeder and I see this.
Buds on the lilac tree. It's the first place I see new growth each year.
Spring is coming.