Storms and cold. Darkness. Gloom. You’d think it was mid-February instead of nearly mid-May. In the cold light of morning, I notice more fallen trees, more beaten down bushes and dejected branches. Rain batters the sides and roof of the house. I turn the heat on, sit by the heater bundled up in my sweater, mourning my little cat and the passing lilac blossoms. I realize that we’ve endured six months of winter weather now. Half a year. Isn’t it time for some warmth and sunshine before winter starts again, another six months from now?