Today I was walking outside with my boys. The temperature was still cold, but the sun was out, and we couldn't resist the bright sunshine.
All bundled up, crunching through some remaining snow piles, I saw the slightest mist of green on a tree at the end of our street.
It gave me hope that spring really is coming. That the cold with eventually dissolve into the blissful perfect days of spring and summer. That the drabness of winter will succumb to a brilliance of green.
And that I will get out of the mental slump that I inevitably fall into each winter.