It’s going to be a snowy cold day. During yesterday’s reprieve, feeling almost spring-like, walks lengthened into almost double the usual until legs grew weary. My hand went out tapping the pines like old friends. A beaver came to shore nibbling on grass, or old wood, swimming away quickly after a long stare at me.
Try not to be down because of the dead, dull environment, look for excitement anyway. Hard to do without color. Butterfly bushes needed trimming. While working the sun appeared as if to say, Spring is coming, I’ll be around more to soothe your soul.
Memories of the ease of warmer weather are mixed with reminders that PTSD issues stay even in summer. Feast on the idle hours in winter. They can be enjoyed too.