It always strikes me, at this time of the year, when the sun struggles to rise above the tree tops, just how stinkin' long winter is.
I don't know if it's the knowledge about just how far the sun has to rise in the sky before we'll be blessed with warmth and green and chirping birds again, or what...but it always seems like January is when it really hits me.
That we're in this for the long haul. That the little bit of winter we've just passed through was just the beginning.
Sure doesn't help anything that I was just looking through pictures like these:
And dreaming of the days in which I complain about how hot it is. Ahhhhh...summer, I can't wait!!