The sky is awash in white.  Below, a tree stands guarding the last remnant of snow. This small strip of white,freckled with dark spots, speaks of challenging times in recent past; Grass all around it, as it holds on. The street, lined and spotted with salt that was needed only a short while ago, reveals the markings of protection, unseen when covered.  Difficult times pass. Yet, we hold on, sometimes.  It may be to honor what we've been through, or we are just reliving what has passed, distracting our gaze from the change of seasons. Hope is bursting forth; a new season is arriving. Can you let go?

What are you holding on to from hard times that you need to let go?
Acknowledge the pain or challenge, it's impact on your life, then let it melt.