
I have been waiting all winter for this day. I do so love the snow, what with the shoveling, snowballing, snow angel and fort making...but I don't like to be always cold to my core. To never feel warm. To be tired. Depressed. Worked hard to the bone with no respite.
It felt to be "always winter but never Christmas."
I cannot begin to innumerate the blessings of this past season. This winter has been wonderfully full of personal growth, but such growth comes at a price. It has been a long, hard winter indeed. A winter which has finally broken. A winter, a season which need not be repeated for Spring has Sprung! The world is alive again! The delicate beauty and vibrant colors return in full force. And with them, my heart is lifted and my whole soul filled with the light and warmth and natural wonder which mother earth inspires in her children. Yes, it is a wonder and a miracle that one day all can seem barren, and the next every bud opens to reveal its seed.
Today was a revelation!  :)
I will use the aid of Emily Dickinson to describe my winter:
| LXI | 
| EACH life converges to some centre | |
| Expressed or still; | |
| Exists in every human nature | |
| A goal, | |
| Admitted scarcely to itself, it may be, | 5 | 
| Too fair | |
| For credibility’s temerity | |
| To dare. | |
| Adored with caution, as a brittle heaven, | |
| To reach | 10 | 
| Were hopeless as the rainbow’s raiment | |
| To touch, | |
| Yet persevered toward, surer for the distance; | |
| How high | |
| Unto the saints’ slow diligence | 15 | 
| The sky! | |
| Ungained, it may be, by a life’s low venture, | |
| But then, | |
| Eternity enables the endeavoring | |
| Again. | 20 | 
 
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