“Seasons always change”

UAS Flower Sprout Snow Life is full of strange ups and downs. Those moments when something happens and you think “maybe.” Maybe this time. Maybe now.

And for a time — a few minutes, a few hours, a few days, a few weeks — life is suddenly full of potential. I can do this. This could be it.

Or even if it’s not that big — it could be something to look forward to. Something that picks you out of the doldrums, the bleak coldness of winter, the endless sameness. For a few days, there’s a little light that wasn’t there before, a potential.

And you do your thing, you go through your motions, but there’s that thing, that thing that you think about and you can’t help but smile to yourself. Because it’s there. Maybe it’s coming up. Maybe it’s the end of a process, and you can taste it. It motivates you to keep going.

It’s something to hold onto.

And then, sometimes, it doesn’t happen. Plans fall through, it doesn’t last, or it wasn’t what you thought it was. Was it a trick, that you convinced yourself it would be this thing it wasn’t? But maybe it just didn’t work out.

And it sucks. It’s back to the drawing board, back to the bleakness, back to the day to day.

But for those few minutes, few hours, few days, or few weeks, it was a spark of something more.

But that spark will come again. It always does. And sometimes, it starts a little fire.

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