There are weeks like last week that really bring me down, when the persistent rain and clouds and fog govern my mood. Winter seems entrenched.
It's only February and I wonder about spring.
But then I look back to January 30, when I took a picture of a tree trying to bloom.
Today that same tree is filled with the tiniest flowers, brought to life by the very rain that made me so miserable.
Spring is coming.
Even in Narnia, a hundred years of winter eventually gave way to hope.
It's only February and I wonder about spring.
But then I look back to January 30, when I took a picture of a tree trying to bloom.
Today that same tree is filled with the tiniest flowers, brought to life by the very rain that made me so miserable.
Spring is coming.
Even in Narnia, a hundred years of winter eventually gave way to hope.
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