“Spring time is here, but there is still so much snow on the ground“ Gun Roswell
Shadows of winter
The spring clearing the last remnants of a murky winter from all our minds. Granted, it is a good feeling after such a long and unkind time. The snow, the cold, the shivering freezing feeling, it would never be over, almost admitting defeat, while hanging on to that cold shoulder, of the winter jacket once thought too thick, but in the end, turned out to be the lifesaver after all. Someone said this was what we Northerners were supposed to be used to, but I pegged to differ as I could never ever in a million years of living, be the one of loving, the harshness of the white killer of spirit, someone might call a writer wonderland. But now, the shadows are slowly lifted, as the spirits are rising higher, each day, the longer the light remains, the more confident I am becoming, that this, is finally over and that life, spring, summer, has won!