Let me be the first to say... This winter was the worst.
It lasted at least, just off the top of my head, one million years, it cancelled many of my plans, (but barely any of my classes. What's the point of snow if it doesn't cancel class?), and of course, despite my daily practice of taking my medicine in the morning and clothing myself in approximately fifteen million different layers to keep warm in the cold, the terrible weather tripped me up, and I fell victim to the flu anyway.
Needless to say, I am tired of winter's remnant. The first time the weather reports seventy (even mid-sixty) degree weather, I will be celebrating. You can count on it.
However, this exhausting winter has caused me to reflect on the winters in my personal life. Seemingly long, cold, lonely, bitter, dark, desperate.
But most importantly? Temporary.
While I'd rather the sun be out and the temperature warm 24/7, I've learned that even against my wishes, it won't always be that way. It's going to be cold sometimes, along with dark, bitter, and desperate. But I can be confident knowing that spring always follows.
So, I will wait for signs of spring outside my window, and I will anticipate it in my life. The warm weather, the blooming flowers, the blue sky, and the bright sun will be worth the wait. And though the spring after the long winter is enough for me, I know what's next is even better.
Summer.