This morning there's a tiny thin scattering of snow on the ground. And I am so trained in telling it to stop leaping* that it took me a minute to realize. And then I filled with ridiculous joy all over again, even though the grass is almost all visible, even though the snow will be gone by lunch. (Edit: or maybe not, it's now snowing more!)
I need this. I need it today, I need it this year. We don't always get what we need. But this time, in a tiny way at the very least. Yes. It's a start.
*Yes, happy nerd points for those who get the ongoing reference. I mean, really, when it is not appropriate? Okay, I can think of times. But not many.