Star Crossed

For a few moments, today, it was Spring. I stepped out and the streets were bathed in sunshine, the kind that warms your skin when it falls on it; birds were chirping, I expected little buds in the earth, even though I know it is too soon, too soon. For a few blocks, I remember who I am, what life lies in me and a hope that has been sorely missing. For a few blocks, I remember that I am more than January, that all of life is more than January and I endure this heavy blanket every year. It was like taking a short breath while drowning. 

It will keep me alive until the tide pulls away.