Just read an article stating that Seattle hasn't had an official sunny day since November 30. That explains a few things. We're used to cloudy weather, of course. We live it constantly. But there are usually a couple of days of respite even in winter. With the holidays, and being sick, and the early dark, it's no wonder everything feels like a big slog. But the paperwhite bulbs that I brought out from their winter home, watered, and put by the window are starting to send up some green shoots. An easy and obvious metaphor, but I don't need anything more complicated than that right now.