For all the time we’ve spent battening down the hatches around here, keeping ourselves reasonably dry and un-accosted by the wind, rain and pervasive dark, yesterday showed up like a lovely, white truce flag, waved by our friend The Rain. Though Mitch was still bedridden, I braved the outdoors and walked to church, and the first thing I heard upon stepping outside (the very first thing!) was a small chorus of chilly-sounding birds, singing from hedges and eaves and rooftops.
Aah, I sighed, and put my mittens back into my pockets.
Later that afternoon, I convinced Mitch to bundle his sick self up and take a walk with me – after all, it was fifty degrees outside! Barely cooler than our apartment!
As we walked, all sorts of small things made me spontaneously nostalgic, or optimistic, or giddy, and I cannot blame every single mood shift on pregnancy because yesterday was, as Mitch said, the sort of day that reminds one that winter does not last forever. Indeed.