Today is the three year anniversary of my mother’s death.
Yesterday was the vernal equinox, and last night the snow began in earnest, falling down steadily all day today, inches and inches. Winter has decided to upstage Spring with a bold, jazz-hands-fueled dance number.
I made it out of the house today, through the drifts and in to the office, and I was able to function in a reasonably normal manner. The snow did not stop me. And yet, today is the anniversary of my mother’s death. And yet, the snow fell down in cotton clouds, covering my Persephone heart in a Demeter blanket. And yet, the tops of the crocuses are poking up out of the ground. The cycles are still rolling along.