Snow - again

This winter will never end, no sign of spring yet. My cold is far from over, but we are flying north tomorrow. Somehow, I feel that we are not really moving. it feels like a holiday, except our stuff is in there. I had a dream that we moved to New England and the house was built on a rock by a stormy sea. I told myself that the storm will be over and the light will eventually win over the darkness. Obviously, part of me doesn't wish to leave our life here.