I know, I know, it's April. But I also know that every April I get really, really tired of all the rain. Almost to the point of being minimally depressed. The gray and the dampness and the chill just make it too, too much. I try to envision green grass and the buds of flowers and baby birds and all that stuff, but it sometimes just doesn't work.
Looking at my world through these windows and hearing the constant pelt of the rain drops against the skylight gets to be annoying and then oppressive. I become negative. It is hard to plan. My sleep pattern is off. Energy lags.
The really wonderful thing about April, and I have a hard time remembering this, is that May follows. May is the most beautiful time in Connecticut. I must remind myself to enjoy all of the happenings in April for what they are and what they give to us. Each day is a blessing. April days. May days. All of our days.
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