Coming out of a dark time of depression is a bit like the start of Spring.
There are still storm clouds on the horizon from time to time. A cold snap sends you burrowing back down under blankets, wanting to squeeze your eyes closed in your dark burrow beneath until everything is safe again.
But the soil beneath your feet slowly warms. Tiny bits of growth start to push through.
Life flourishes and, in the blink of an eye, there is a burst of color. Green and pale pink against the deep brown of dirt.
The dark isn’t over quite yet, but it seems a bit less gray these days.
There’s a patch of blue sky, just over the horizon.
I see a bit of green in the soil beneath my feet.