meh

You know that time of year...
that one day after Winter has finally come to stay...
after the snow has come and gone, and come again
when the sun has been coming out as always but so,
so cold as to freezes around your very breath

You know that time of year when it's certain there are
still weeks of these frosty days, ahead?
When your skin swears it feels the overcast grey of the sky, and it
pricks at the sound of birds beginning to settle into song
calling out in wonder, never quite questioning the next move.
This particular moment when your bones shiver and say
"The Earth has cracked open, the flowers are coming out to play"
this is what we're always waiting for. This is why we struggle,
this is why we stay.