endless winter

There is this place between February and March that feels endless. 
These weeks before the snow melts; that feels like Spring will never come.
Because as the sun rids the snow on the ground so too this feeling of depression.  
But in this moment, right now, it feels like it will never come.  
I so desperately want to wake with the sun. 
I want to  step outside without all the layers.  
I want to feel free of the cold.  
The achy hands and feet.  
The bone chill that never leaves. 
I want that feeling of rebirth only the Spring can bring.    


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