Sudden winter

It was 70 degrees yesterday. I raked some of the needles and old leaves away from the space in front of the front window to see shoots of green: future hyacinths and tulips and daffodils! Today, we woke up to snow on the ground and more coming down today. It's cold, and I'm snuggled under a blanket as I write this. But I don't feel discouraged. Spring will come back, probably in just a day or two. And in the meantime I am reminded that most things we want involve a path of some kind, a trajectory that isn't always a straight line but more of an upward bouncing line. Yes,I I may work in my writing project everyday for a week and then hit a spot or have life interfere that means I don't write for a few days. . . But I go back to it. So this little slide back into winter, it's no big deal. We will get there, to flowers and leaves and warm, eventually.