Looking at dead grass has never made me feel so alive. The temp is finally breaking fifty degrees, and it feels entirely freeing after a long winter indoors. It's weird getting older and recognizing the effects of cloudy skies over a four month period. It's no wonder the new year's goals die off so quickly; trapped inside by the cold, it's easy to feel hopeless, desperate, and pessimistic. But, after waiting so long, I find myself flinging my arms up toward the heavens in celebration of sunshine. If the winter was a test of my endurance, I feel rewarded for having passed. I went for a long, slow jog today, soaking up as much Vitamin D as I could. The pup is happy to soak his paws in muddy earth. Big dreams seem possible in the light of this new sun. And I am feeling grateful and terribly happy.
