One day, I hear the birdsong again.

I see the daffodils bouncing for joy as my train rumbles by.

As I remember how hope feels,

I notice a sun ray protruding from the clouds,

creating a million mile spotlight.

As if the universe is asking me a million dollar question;

“_How could you forget about _**_us_**_?_”

——— I wrote this 2 years ago today. Every year, I underestimate the strength of seasonal depression, and how much it affects my regular clinical depression. Every spring, I feel the need to apologise to the world for how I’ve resented it throughout winter; for we cannot witness the rebirth of life if it isn’t for death. There is beauty in it all. I’m still learning to move with the world and it’s natural patterns, rather than fighting against the cold winters. ———