Sometimes when I look at the photography of a few months ago, I remember that there IS and will be again color in the world. Warmth. Pretty days that beg to be stared at and walked through. I need that reminder while the ice pellets sound off on the windows tonight. While socks and sweats wrap my legs and feet and I wear a hat 90% of the time I am awake.

“If winter is here, can spring be far behind?”