Spring is here, or just about.
It feels odd to write that when so many parts of the country are dealing with snow drifts and below-freezing temperatures, but here in Seattle, it’s warm enough that I’ve put away my winter coat. All over my neighborhood, trees are blooming with little pink flowers. Magnolias, I think, though I’m not quite sure. There are daffodils blooming in the traffic circle up the street, and a little hand-painted sign asking people not to pick them. It feels like the world is waking up around me.
And I am waking up, too.
In her amazing song “After All,” Dar Williams says of depression:
It felt like a winter machine
That you go through and then
You catch your breath and winter starts again
And everyone else is spring bound