Winter Is Hanging On

Have you ever felt as though a day just keeps getting stretched out before you so that bedtime will never come ~ kind of the way winter days seem.

It’s as though they just keep coming slowly, but surely ~ cold, rain and snow, and lots of dreary hours with occasional bursts of sunshine thrown in between the gray hours. But it’s on these quiet, freezing, dreary days that I get most aquatinted with myself. What do I discover that needs changing, that needs tweaking, that needs to be removed?