spring knocking on the door

you can almost feel it. the sun is in the sky longer in the evening and peeking through the blinds every morning when we rise. the warm winter coats are left hanging on their posts after months of supplying daily armor against the bitter cold. this winter has been one for the records. snow is still visible in small patches which were once small mountains surrounding our home. now we can hear the birds again instead of watching them quietly flit from bare bush to tree in snowstorms hoping that someone has scattered some seed for their benefit. now they sing, waking up the life lay dormant in winter months and it can be sensed that something is about to happen. most importantly there is hope hanging in the earthy air. hope that friendlier days are near. i am convinced it renews us, making us ready to face the day.