Spring had a new warmth today. I felt it differently, and I was grateful to sense winter growing more distant behind me. I’m especially grateful to be walking again. It has been six weeks since my hip surgery, and the walking part came fairly quickly. What I least expected is that the pain would be minor in comparison to the emotional difficulty from the surgery, as my body reallocated any spare energy to physical healing. Dark seemed darker, and the sky felt smaller, like it was closing in. Anxiety and depression are awful companions, but I know there are many others who are even more familiar than I. Too often I fear I paint too pretty a picture of my life, both for myself and others. It is extremely hard, but also amazing. I suppose that is what comes of being both an realist and an idealist where the latter is always allowed to win, even if only slightly. Well, today the pretty picture was a welcome one to me. I visited one of my favorite places in the world to offset a few of the darks. Summer may not be here yet, but there is enough promise that I will find it. With winter, it was easy to forget that I am an artist, at least in what I have to show. Perhaps that season will come again as well. I can only hope. For now, I content myself with beautiful memories, and I let the idealist win, if only slightly. What a gift spring is to bridge winter and summer. I still believe in promise.
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