The weekend came and went. Monday passed me by and I hardly noticed. Today was just as mundane as the others and honestly, there's not a lot of hope that tomorrow will be anything but. A gloom has settled in me that not even the whipping winds of March can rattle. Quietly the days roll right into one another without me even noticing. It's been the longest winter I can remember and everything good about a cozy cold day has me wanting to scream. I want to scream out to mother nature that I'm tired of cold feet and cabin fever. I want to see her warm side, her vibrant side, the part of her that explodes with colors in every hue.
I did wake up this morning to the brightest sun I've seen in months, but by the second cup of coffee, it was gone. The clouds stole it away and left us with the dreariest of days. I thought about the beach and how I would feel listening to the waves splashing into the shore rather than the howl of the wind through my windows.
We're not very courageous people, although I want to be. I'm a dreamer but not very realistic and I try very little to make those dreams come true. But I can count on ten fingers and ten toes the reasons why we need to be courageous now and finally make something come true. We are working on our 'short list' of places to go and places to settle new. And all of them include waves splashing on the shore. I can hear it now even through the howling wind and rattling glass. And I hope it lulls me to sleep.