Promises of what will be

It has been a long, hard winter on my tiny little island. The worst in many years. And I have been suffering from the winter blues. It has been very hard to get out of bed as of late. I have had little interest in what had once delighted me.
However, today Mother nature has brought much delight. A gentle fog falls lightly over the island revealing a fairy land. The sun plays games of light and shadow. The wind dances gracefully with the trees. It is a beautiful day that whispers tales of spring.