It's been a long, bleak winter, and there's more ahead. I won't delude myself. I still have a good deal of hunkering down under a blanket to do. The nights are still too quiet and too long, but I do have hot chocolate and popcorn.
Today should give me a hint though of something different to come. I don't want to be sentimental. I don't want to be a sappy Pollyanna, but I can't think of Spring without thinking of hope. Hope for renewal, hope for change, hope for that do over we never get but always want.
The reality of Spring for me is usually a runny nose and itchy eyes, so it's not the idyllic reverie I have on a sleepless winter night. The beauty and a certain degree of comfort that winter doesn't hold is definitely there, but I won't pretend that Spring or anything else in my life is just perfect.
But the hope of Spring is definitely good enough today.
The art is Country Garden by Gustav Klimt.