Spring

The snow was falling as I shuffled my wire encased running shoes through the unblemished mass. The air was still and the sun was beginning to rise. I could feel liquid falling from my nose and tried to wipe it with my wooly mittens. Smiling I could smell spring. It was flirting with the sky, the sounds, even the white covered ground. The first time since the sadness had covered my being I felt hope and future. The sack of mourning was lifting, guilt at its heels to pull me back into the blackness. I walked faster into the light of the day…