The sweet and small indications of Spring’s coming were positively allegorical for the place in which she felt her life currently existed. Like a cold, drawn-out Winter, she had watched her own leaves dry up and fall away—not settling down, but settling. People, like seasons, see many phases in their years. The Winter is not to be feared nor does it live to burden. It is simply a phase, a recurring theme. It brings strength, great challenge, and a sort of shedding of an outer layer. She felt her Winter thawing. A secret, bright and rosy heat now radiated from her. Her Spring would be all things that are pleasurable and lovely. Her outer layer, now melting away, was beginning to reveal ancient buried relics, past lives that had always been inside her but were made new by Winter’s chisel. She was emerging, fresh and fiery as a flower. All things before her were possible and she saw the Spring of her life begin to bloom again.