I envy those of you who have seen signs of spring. All I'm seeing are snow flakes turning the grass white, along with the cold blowing winds.
I do however hang on to any hope of spring's coming, such as the light of day growing longer. I'm often tricked by the warm looks of the inviting sun outside my window, until I open my door to a frigid blast of chill brought on by our enduring winter, which seems to never end.
Thank goodness for hot chocolate with marshmallows and daydreams.