Tomorrow is the first day of Spring, and someone forgot to tell the sky.
In the morning, says the weatherman, the world will turn to slush. And if we are truly blessed, all our sins will be washed away.
Outside the snow sulks in great mounds where the plows have pushed it aside. Hard ice falls on three-inch shoots and tufts of new grass. We stay up late, and sit by the window together, and wait for the rains that do not come.
Send rain, O Lord. For it has been a hard Winter, and we are ready for Spring.
Happy Spring, everyone. May the darkness turn, and the world turn green and alive for each of us.
Originally written five years ago today, on the cusp of another Spring. Because sometimes, it’s good to look back, to see how far we’ve come.