The light is changing.
On my way back home yesterday morning the sky was a deep periwinkle blue, instead of its recent heavy Prussian.
And if it hadn't been cloudy I might even have been able to see flashes of pink or orange, reflected on clouds or the undersides of gulls' wings.
It cheers me to think I may someday soon be able to finish my run in time with the sunrise, to watch the clouds change as I pass under, to see the sun flashing on the river, to go through the park freely.
The world turns and spring is coming. I know we may have two more months of snow (or possibly just rain, ice, and mud), but spring is on its way.
Which is good to remember, because right now winter is here.
Bleakly,
Annie
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