What a long, crappy winter to cap a long, horrible year. But spring is coming, I think, even though mounds of snow block parking and overnight temperatures still dip below 30°F.
My brother died last summer, my daughter moved 300 miles away in the fall, my other daughter had a cancer scare in the winter, I had Covid in January, my wife is chronically ill. I’m sure I’m forgetting a few things.
The past year was awful in big and small ways for me, and for millions of people around the planet. The weight of it is tangible, crushing, like being buried under an avalanche.
But snow eventually melts, and yields to spring.