Birdsong

I am muddled.

 

Winter never ends over here. There’s just white snow grey slush howling wind. The sky has no color and hangs close overhead like an unwelcome stranger. Everywhere is cold everyone is cold. Shouting and screaming in the halls, shouting and screaming in the house. Everybody is tense, drawn, pale, tired of stepping on each other’s toes and dignity. It is suffocating and I want to see the sun again.

 

But.

 

The sun came out today and the snow melted in roaring rivers and streams. My best friend smiled for the first time in a long time and it’s easier to laugh now. My brother still gives me hugs when he thinks no one is looking. I managed to punch my sensei in the face two times and got complimented for it. I read a poem that made me laugh.

 

I took a walk today and I thought I heard birdsong.