I've been watching the metamorphosis of the tree in my front yard. A month ago, as Minneapolis got yet another pile of snow, I noticed that the knobby little branch I can see from my window was a bit knobbier than before. So even as we dug out our cars (again), I felt a stirring of hope. Hope is a very precious thing after a long winter.
And today, I watched cotton candy clouds sail through the blue sky and felt genuinely warmed by the sun (too warm! crazy!).
Spring is coming. Spring will come.