Where is spring?

This is what I am yearning for...colour and texture and life. Supreme joy. From the soft moist green to the little purple bubbles of heather bursting forward like there is no tomorrow. Spring is the time of birth and renewal and it's my favourite time of the year, along with Summer, Fall and Winter....of course...(Never insult the Season's...ever)

Fog n' Drizzle

I know. You probably think that I'm "up" every moment of every day from the time I get up to the time my head hits the pillow at night.

Well, truthfully? This is not the case. I have moments where grief, creeps into my core being, and I can't shake it. Like the mist in the picture...bleak and dreary.

These are times when I hunker down...I don't want to lay this "mood" on others as it is my own to deal with and "it too shall pass" and the sun will burn through the morning mist, and I shall have coffee.

Then, the only mist will be the steam from the coffee and from my hot breath, hitting the chill air. You might see me then, as the smile will be pasted back in place for another day.