Not ready for spring

Winter has reasserted it's grip on our city this weekend. It has snowed the last couple days, the wind is blowing and the temperatures are about to plunge back to sub -25°C again. Even with all the cold and snow, I can't deny that spring is coming. It's light outside when D and I crawl out of bed at 7:30 am and it's still light outside when D.G. comes from work and even after we eat supper. The angle of the sunlight shining into the livingroom has changed and it even feels warmer. (from the relative safety of the couch) There is no doubt that spring is coming and I dread it. I should be happy to see the end of another cold, dark winter, but instead I want it to stay cold and dark. The arrival of spring feels like another slap in the face from the universe. Nothing has changed inside me since the winter started. I am still sad, depressed, angry, anti-social and not pregnant. (No wait, something has changed, I am more bitter than I was at the beginning of winter. ) Nothing should be allowed to change outside yet.