Beginning tomorrow and continuing into Monday, another snow storm is predicted for where I live. 6-8 more inches on top of the snow that we already have had much of which is still on the ground.
I generally don’t mind the snow.
Or, the cold.
I love the beauty of the snow on the trees.
And the quiet.
But, I am very ready for spring.
Not just to melt the snow, but to call a part of me back to life.
My interior life is beginning to match the weather outside.
Bundled up in an effort to stay warm.
Closed in and chilly.
I need the warmth to peel away the layers and to pull life back towards the surface. I need to be outdoors. And, to walk and to run and to play.
I need to see green rather than just grey.
“To everything there is a season…” the ancient preacher wrote.
I am ready for spring.