Still Spring Dreaming

As I write this, the wind howls outside my window, and soon the crows will be calling to each other across a frozen landscape. But a sweet pink primrose lifts me from my winter sleep.

And it is a sort of sleep, this half-life I live from Christmas till the first bulb breaks through the just-warming ground. Do you ever feel that way? As though you are walking like a ghost through another's dream, not really here at all?

I know I am wasting a quarter of my life waiting for spring, but I feel as though I need it, as the bird needs the air. I need to feel the sun on my back, and the warm breeze caressing my cheek. I need to smell the earth, and to attend her labor as she bears fruit.

I need to see the promise of life anew.

And yes, I probably need to tweak my meds. :)

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I'm currently using the picture above as my computer wallpaper, and it cheers me up no end. If any of you would like to use it as well, feel free.