And suddenly a blinding light burst through the darkness - melting the ice, rousing the birds, distributing a feast of warmth to the desperate and needy.
I emerged from my burrow, shed two of my three layers of clothes, and suddenly remembered that - somewhere beyond winter - is a soothing promise of spring.
If you look carefully at the above photo, on the lower right - below the burst of sun - is a tiny glimpse of the corner of the back porch.
I mentioned this only because I knew it would thrill you.
My cat Scratch (also known as Kitzee) found a rare patch of sunlight and basked in it - rolling around and showing off.
I'm definitely not in a rolling mood. This past frozen week was filled with ill health, annoying anxiety attacks, and bouts of abysmal depression - not necessarily from the cold weather, but from life in general and all the unpleasant complications it rudely presents.
But that's an old story, which I've been regurgitating too often.
How about a glimpse of my back yard - - which is an unattractive jumble of naked trees and scrawny semi-evergreens.
I'm writing this - not because I have anything interesting to say, but because I felt a need to validate my existence - which at times seems to be slipping away without my knowledge or permission.
