We’re half-way through February and, in my little corner of the world, January felt 97 days long.
We had had 5 minutes – 5 minutes! – of sunshine the first 5 days of the year. Days of greige rolled into weeks of perpetual dullness. Up in the dark, commuting to the office, training a new hire (who is terrific, by the way). Driving home in the dark; Ice ice baby, too icy to walk. ~sigh
Road trips to attend meetings around the state; overnights in northern motels with less-than adequate heat. Sleeping in my pjs AND the sweatshirt and socks I packed – then, up early to scrape ice off my car and off again.
Last week, something happened that changed everything: The sun came back.
Sunshine, glorious happy sunshine.
And everything changed.
People started smiling again, chatting again, moving around again.
Lines at gas stations and grocery stores suddenly are slower, longer – why? People are out and about and chatting with each other.
“Loving the sunshine, you?”
“Isn’t it nice to see Mr. Sunshine come back?”
“Bright enough for ya?”
We’re a hearty bunch, we northern Midwesterners.
We find a way where there isn’t a way.
We host chili cookoffs, skating and ice shanty parties, Euchre, pool and bowling tournaments. We put our heads down and shoulders forward and we get through it.
But when the sunshine comes ’round again, something happens: we stand taller, smile bigger, dream deeper.
Sunshine makes everything better.

How about you? Any sunshine your way?



