I gaze out through my window, the late February sun toasting the snow-frosted earth; I feel the promise of better times to come. Spring, still a distant speck, although ready to release me of my winter blues.
The nights are becoming shorter and the days are becoming longer, and the snow that glistens in the sunlight like an infinite number of expensive jewels here this morning will hopefully dissipate real soon.
And spring, the deliverer of warmth and songbirds and brightly colored flowerbeds will be with us once more.
Oh, how I have missed you…like a lover who left me and now swears to return.
Until next time with more Sweet Conclusions,