well it sure ain't disco fever

This morning when I woke up the sun was shining.

I could see a sliver of blue sky and the green fuzz of a spruce tree between my bedroom blinds.

There was a chorus of birds chirping, and for a brief, beautiful moment my sleepy brain thought it was spring.

I felt like I was waking up from months of hibernation, coming to life again.

And then I came fully awake, and remembered the date.

Then I shook my fist at the birds in the spruce tree for taunting me that way.

It's these last two icy months that are the hardest to get through.