Winter Aconite-web photo
Waking from a deep sleep, the snowplow scrapes past the bedroom window. Up, down, back and forth, till finally done and gone. In its wake I lay there trying to meditate myself back to sleep with no success. It is 4 AM.
Such is February. Cabin Fever, irritability, restlessness combined with tiredness. Yet hope. Spring is three weeks away. Winter aconite is trying bloom beneath the snow. Brighter days are coming.
You’re OK. You’ll be OK.