Sky above, earth below. trees asleep, bodies changing state. Quiet place. Every year I feel like I shut down during the winter, I’m less muchier. I miss the sun, the summer on my skin. Every year when the warmth begins to return and the first signs of new life peek their head I get excited. Waiting for the time when the world wakes back up. Daffodils are always it for me. The first time I see them blooming I get that thrill of hope. Not all is lost, you won’t feel frozen forever. I make my yearly mecca to Sand Hill. As long as I can remember, the woods behind this cemetery have been filled with the little yellow faces for days. An army of daffodils nestled in the wood.