I had forgotten the softness of March air. Though snow and ice dominate the outer world, they will not prevail over this growing sun, pushing its warmth through the thickest ice on the Lake.
In this season, anything seems possible: the world
is opening up again.
How about my spirit? How about the cardinals who are gathering in Rome to elect a new leader? How about the governments who are freezing policies and throwing away lives for the sake of it?
And even there, the soft March
air will prevail. No doubt, no doubt.