before things get better,
they just get so much more
and you start to feel that you simply cannot wait another moment
for the sweet relief of change,
you stop to survey the situation
that things actually look worse now
than they did before.
And at least the cold mess was sometimes pretty to look at.
So you feel yourself turning around,
bracing once more for the endless struggle.
on that the corner up ahead,
you spot a trickle,
just a tiny stream
- could it be? -
And you follow its path and begin to see it pool,
and gain momentum.
which, you notice,
does seem brighter,
if new life might
just around the corner.
Here’s to the second day of spring, friends. And the muddy, magical, emotional roller coaster that lies ahead.