I never knew how much rage the sight of snow could provoke.
I mean, it’s so pretty and white, fluffy and falling like tiny ice cream from the sky.
Except,
I’m so incredibly tired of seeing it. It feels sometimes that all I remember is endless landscapes of white, and winter-blue skies
Where has the heat gone? Are we in a post-apocalyptic wasteland? Is this it?
Is this to be my destiny?
Sighing, I turn away from my wipers crunching yet again on the icy windshield and take ten deep breaths.
Shoving my frustration deep into the place I keep all such things locked up I remind myself,
It’s only one week until spring.
Just one.
2 Responses to “Still winter”
(A sigh) Yes, Spring is coming, and so is another N’oreaster. I am thankful for writing, my family, and God whose promises never fail. Spring WILL be here. #hope
Yes it will! Sunny days help but I’m impatient haha!