February ends on a cold grey note as we woke to snow dusting the earth.

“That won’t last long, did it?” The sun emerged and the snow did its vanishing act, only now grey clouds close over the blue and whitening appears imminent.

The weather reflects my heart, for today I forget how to play my part, to stay the faith-course into a future of brightening and warming trends. Still, spring is unstoppable, and if it is to be followed by winter, that’s too far from now to pray away.

I breathe in, I breathe out, I breathe in.

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