Though it’s been a bit chilly the past few days here in Iowa, there’s a bit of a change in the air.
The days are getting longer. It’s no longer after dusk when I come home from my full time job after five in the evening. I am able to marvel most days at the setting sun, instead of wishing I could see it like I had a month ago.
We had temperatures ranging in the mid-forties Fahrenheit for a few days, giving a number of my acquaintances a taste of spring fever as well as a hefty dose of cabin fever. Though yesterday was and today is frigidly cold and back in the single digits, there’s a hint of warmer weather as early as Saturday. Though the groundhog has spoken and there’s six more weeks of winter, spring is on the horizon.
There’s a promise of new beginnings with spring, especially after the bitter cold and darkness of this current season. But even winter is needed. There can not be spring with out winter. There can not be new growth until the old has died away. There cannot be light without the darkness. Nature has a cycle, and while we are still in the stages of one season that may not be the favorite of most, there is beauty in it nevertheless.
I have written about all of the seasons fictionally in my Portals Series – summer is in Portal Seeker or autumn is in Keeper of Stories – and spring and winter will appear shortly. But for now, they are just like this promise of Spring… just a promise. But they are there, in the stories I have written and the story of life that I still write today.
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