I have been noticing for the past couple of days how the light is beginning to change. Just a little here and there, but changing none the less. The afternoons are starting to lengthen a bit, and the mornings are brightening a bit earlier as I get up with my baby. As I sit here in my chair, watching M playing on the floor happy and content, I am watching the sunrise from my front window. We see so little of this liquid gold here on the West Coast in the winter that a sunny day is definitely a treasure, and I am reassured that winter is passing and spring will arrive on schedule. There is light at the end.
