Time for the resurrection and the light
I recognise it could be a false dawn, and that you could be reading this snowed in somewhere, as the grandchild of the beast lashes us with more snow, but I definitely noted the arrival of spring last weekend.
Indeed I had a kind of a spring in my step. You could call it March mania. I wasn't quite out indulging in reckless, impulsive behaviour but I definitely came alive.
I started making daft, grandiose plans, looking at houses I'll never buy and planning how I would do them up, thinking about new, mad work projects I will never finish, even in the unlikely event that I start them.