Rochester Writers

Last week I still found myself shivering and setting the heat to full blast as soon as the keys were turned in the ignition. Living in the North, although we know that spring will inevitably follow winter---I think that part of us remains skeptical. Yesterday and the day before I found my car warm upon entering, warm enough now sitting beneath the sun through the day that my first action is to roll down the windows, let in winter's remaining cool air to steal away the excess heat. It is cold enough still that after only a few brief moments of fresh air the windows are again closed, but it is a reassuring sign of the warmer weather still to come. I can't help but feel every year that spring might not come, that maybe we weren't good enough this year. I worry that we don't deserve it. And then I feel the sun warming myself and the earth and dismiss any thoughts that maybe this year there will be no presents under the tree.