On the cusp of spring -- I can only think about the question of "how soon will this awful protracted winter end?" It seems as if this winter has become interminable -- storm after named storm -- highway tragedy after highway tragedy -- avalanche, snow, wind, cold, thaw, rain, mudslides, floods, etc. It has gone on for a long time!
There is also a "winter of our discontent" in our minds as well. This attitude pervades the spirit and closes off the creative mind -- it makes a mockery of joy, and kindness, and change. It weighs on us all like a blanket of cold quiet inertia. Where is the joy of the sun? Where is the smile of blue sky, punctuated by a warming wind?
Life? When will it come back?
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