Winter clutched the ground with a fierce determination. Four and a half weeks past Groundhog’s Day and no sign of spring- the snow packed in tight, the frost sparkling against glass, smoke rising from chimneys as families struggled to stay warm.
You had to look hard for a change of seasons when you went outside to fetch more firewood. Even then, you could miss it if you were too quick to get back inside. The slightly snarled branches grew against the snow, determined to make you everyone take notice. A person could search for miles and not find another sign of life save for this small, nearly invisible sprout. Spring was coming, despite the desolation. Rain was just around the corner, prepared to wash away the small piles of snow that would remain throughout the week. The most beautiful things in life were worth waiting for- sometimes one thing just took longer than another.