I love the month of February. I love the feeling of knowing spring is coming - even though you can't see it yet. I love the subtle changes that come. It is exciting to me.
I hate the month of March. I hate looking at the blossoms that have poked up, but seeing the dreary skies. It feels cold, and it feels like spring should be here already. I worry that the blossoms and buds will freeze in the snowstorms. I wonder if the hope I felt for spring was false... it isn't really coming. It will never be warm.
Yet, every year - eventually the warm weather comes to stay. Most years the blossoms and buds survive and thrive. And even the years they freeze, other flowers come up and they are just as beautiful.
That is how I feel about my life right now. I felt the hope of spring coming. I couldn't see the changes but knew they were there. Today, it feels like the blossoms are going to freeze and the hope was false. Spring will never come... Yet, I know it will. Its just taking longer than I wanted it to. Eventually, the light will be here to stay.