“If Winter comes, can Spring be far behind?”
— Percy Bysshe Shelley
I am anxious for spring to arrive. That particular season always seems to hold a lot of promise.
In spring, flowers grow. The temperature rises. The days lengthen. You don’t have to wear a coat just to walk to the mailbox. The tree branches become heavy with white flowers when they bloom. I turn another year older. Once spring arrives, summer is not far away.
When I walked out of the house early this morning, birds were singing. It can’t be winter forever.