It’s the 16^th again.

4 months have gone by. Can you believe that? It was autumn then. The seasons have changed. The harbinger of spring is here already.

Seeing these pure little white drops of hope shyly bending their heads but very resilient inside reminds me of the human spirit and its strength, surviving through all the moods and cycles of nature while retaining its beauty and zest for life, sustaining its breath through the vacuum around, capturing the few rays of light coming through the canopy of hopeless darkness and declaring its joyous victory over itself with humility and grace.

Snowdrops by Louise Glück

Do you know what I was, how I lived?
You know what despair is;
Then winter should have meaning for you.
I did not expect to survive,
earth suppressing me.
I didn’t expect to waken again,
to feel in damp earth my body
able to respond again, remembering
after so long how to open again
in the cold light
of earliest spring – afraid,
yes,
but among you again
crying yet risking joy
in the raw wind of the new world.