Coming through winter

 

To The Lady on the Train,

Though it is cold, the sky is brighter and less oppressive. The mornings have dawned noticeably earlier and the setting sun lingers just a little longer into the evening. We have come through the darkest part of winter. We have come through days where the sun could not break through the storm clouds, and we have come through moonless and starless nights of howling winds piling snow around our homes and hearts. Yet through it all we put shoulder to shovel and kept putting one cold foot before the other to trudge our way out through a place where we can now sense that soon there will be a spring. 

Some souls despaired and lost their way in the darkness. Some grim souls simply held onto the hope that the light would soon return. Still others held close their own little light and let it carry them through. But my dear, you are the rarest and most beautiful of souls who somehow have their own light that radiates, shining the way for others to take courage from. Even in the darkest of days and nights you gather up what light is available and multiply it out into the world. It is seen in your smile. It is seen in your eyes. For those who are lucky enough to know you, it is the warmth that will see them through any cold and darkness of any winter. 

The arc of the sun rising higher in a blue sky is welcomed, and you have helped to pull people through. And you don't even know it. 

The Man in the Station