photo credit: The Glass Beehive

The spring thaw isn’t at hand, here.  In fact, it’s snowing right now, big wet flakes sure to stick to the many inches that are already there.

But the hope of spring, it’s here.

We all know it’s coming, eventually; we dream of the green grass, the tulips poking through, the buds on the bushes.

But the best thing about spring is the hope it stirs in all of us for a new beginning:  we look forward to spring cleaning for our closets, sure, but for our lives, too.

Sometimes change is thrust upon us, hard, hurting, and the sunshine and new life of spring calls us out of the dark and helps us move forward.

Other times we wallow through the winter, aimless for no real reason, slogging through the slush and clouds until we finally pick ourselves up and dust off the dross in the springtime.

There are days when the snow glistens and the sun shines and winter is a beautiful, gorgeous season.

But I am cold and tired of huddling and ready to skip in the fresh spring air.  Aren’t you?

It’s not near at hand, but it’s coming.  It’s coming.