There are few things as dismal as February in Cleveland - the wind howls in from the lake, the sky hangs low over your head and you begin to dream of color. For months now the world has been relentlessly gray and I always catch myself mid-sigh as I look out the window.
While I'm still layering on sweaters and scarves, spring has already arrived for some - I've heard rumors of mild days and pear blossoms. Sunshine is inevitable and it will arrive as it always does. Someday. I let that thought inspire me against the gloom.
But today, I've closed the drapes and am ensconced on the sofa with a cup of ginger tea because it's snowing. Again.