day after day

I’m coming out of a soul winter season.  I’ve felt cold, dark, kinda shriveled up, and very lonely.   As I sit at the table near my front windows, I can see the light greens of plants pushing their way determinedly out of the packed winter soil and up into the shining sunlight.  Finally Spring feels here, both inside and out.

“Is the spring coming?” he said. “What is it like?”…
“It is the sun shining on the rain and the rain falling on the sunshine…”
― Frances Hodgson Burnett, The Secret Garden