As I look out the window, the gray skies are lightening. The rain seems to have stopped, but the wind is still whistling, shaking the willow branches with their tiny budding leaves.
The gray skies are reminiscent of winter’s chilling cold. In contrast, the greening trees and grass give new hope of warmth to the day. One of these days the air will be warm and the sun will be shining, but for now the sky is gray and warmth is a hope.