There is something special about this time of year; the light is bright when we wake up, and lasts long enough for it to be worth reopening the drapes when afternoon nap is over.

This is also the time of year when sunglasses are the most useful (if one remembers to keep them handy), since, in addition to the clear brightness of day we have the reflecting expanse of white everywhere.

I don’t feel myself greatly affected by the diminishing light toward the end of the year (not as some do, anyway) but I am distinctly aware of the growing spring-brightness.

I have more energy, and really do feel hope rising in my spirit– as if I actually felt relief at the promise spring will return again this year.