The heavy fog begins to clear; the quiet weight is letting go. The world that felt so sharp and near is softening into a glow.
It isn't miles in a day, but tiny steps into the light-
A sudden laugh, a word to say, a softer sleep through the night.
The color slowly wanders back,
the frozen rivers start to flow; you find pieces that you lacked before.
And give them time and space to grow.
You survived the coldest storms, the longest night you've ever
known.
And now the sun is coming, warm, to remind you have you've grown.