Final Winter Day

It was one of those March days when the sun shines hot and the wind blows cold: when it is summer in the light, and winter in the shade.Charles Dickens

A stillness is falling here. A palpable apprehensiveness lurks in the shadows. The final day of winter has arrived. In an odd turn of astronomical facts, winter has not ended this early in 124 years. A minute of extra darkness before the day transforms and light increases. In this strange time, any speck of brightness is greatly appreciated.

At the thought of winter’s resolution, measured satisfaction sparkles within. The long slumbering ground prepares for sprouts and buds to appear and paint its drab gray blanket with joyous color. Spirits shift from cool to warm. Change is the natural order of things. Changes, small or large, are inevitable. This change of seasons comes for all. The door opens onto spring tomorrow.

The landscape dances with anticipation. Sing a dirge for this final day of winter. When winter comes again, global society will have been remodeled. Nothing is for certain except things will worsen before they improve. Enjoying deep cleansing breaths of fresh air is a tonic for the miasma ahead. Caring and kindness can soften the impact this spring will have upon the lives of millions. For the winds blow cold, as this winter dies, but the anxiety will remain.

Celebrate the end of winter and the coming of spring. Celebrate those whose lives you share. As you go to sleep bless those wonderful people who work to keep your way of life going. Smile and show your thankfulness to the dear people working in stores, hospitals, restaurants, and all manner of service jobs. Be patient with one another during the upheaval of what was normal just a few weeks ago. Seasons change and so will we. Appreciate the passing of winter. Spread hope as best as you can wherever you go. Be well. Peace.

Published by cewheeler

Writer/Artist:12 years in China – univ. lecturer: writing,poetry,culture; editor – magazine/newspaper & actor. 40 years students of the Tao. Traveler. Father. Read my books at: amazon.com/author/wheelerce

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