It has been a very, very long winter. We had our first blizzard before Halloween and it has been snowing ever since, including about a foot over the last three days.
I both enjoy, and am irritated, when bad weather hits Washington, DC, or New York. It seems bad weather is only news when it happens to them. They deal with it for a week, other parts of the country deal with it for months with nary a headline.
Last night as I carefully left my house I sighed looking at all of the snow. Then I noticed something, the snow was glowing in one spot. A solar-powered light in a flower garden, buried in the snow, had received enough light to come on in the midst of the dark. Coincidence? Perhaps, but I would not have seen the warm light under the cold if I had not gone out. I am choosing to take this as a sign that there is indeed, hope, and we find it in unlikely places if we but open our eyes.