It starts like a mirage - a curious bird on the balcony, a sunny day in february. And suddenly some weird disregarded memories start to make sense again. Oh yeah, we had things like that? That was actually real?
But you go outside and it's still cold. There trees are long to bloom. Birds are mostly quiet.
And yet, a seed of hope. Life could be dream.
In January we wish for the gate, in February we knock (desperately), and in March it opens...
Claw like a dog at the patio door! Don't be distracted, don't falter! If we wait too long, the gate turns its fortune elsewhere, and leaves us standing on the barren stone. We must let our desire hurt us, and push through!