It's been cold this week, and with the sun low and casting long shadows, the world seems much different from the one we'll occupy in a few months. It's inhospitable, the trees are barren, the wind has a bite to it.
Still, as I looked out the back door a week ago today, on the first day of this new year, something about the way the light hit the trees out back gave me hope. It wasn't anything big or smashing; it was just enough vague optimism to make me feel that, just maybe, this year will be okay.
When it's cold out and the shadows are long, and when a new semester is staring down at you, that's what you need to keep you going.
Still, as I looked out the back door a week ago today, on the first day of this new year, something about the way the light hit the trees out back gave me hope. It wasn't anything big or smashing; it was just enough vague optimism to make me feel that, just maybe, this year will be okay.
When it's cold out and the shadows are long, and when a new semester is staring down at you, that's what you need to keep you going.
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