I left work today and noticed something odd. It took me a few minutes to figure out what was wrong, and by then I had almost missed it already.
It was light out.
Sure the sun had set by the time I reached the station, but those few fleeting minutes of light... they represent the promise of longer and warmer days to come. Days when it isn't dark and cold when I leave work, when I can enjoy walking through the park to the train station. Days when I don't arrive home to a bitterly cold apartment that makes me play the how-badly-do-I-really-need-to-go game and wear a toque to bed.
Little by little the days are getting longer. Someday soon spring will come.