I Lost My Footing Trying To Get Home Last Winter

I need spring. Every year, winter sucks me deeper into depression than I already am. I told myself this winter would be different, but this winter has been the worst yet. Everything dies in winter; as do I. Everything comes back to life in spring; my mind is no exception. 

I just need something to give me hope again. 

I suppose the 60 degree weather thaws out the deepest recesses of my soul; it breathes hope into me again. 

Something about sitting on the grass outside of school after play practice, watching the afternoon sun transition into a blazing evening sunset. Something about the way the sun finds its way in through my skin and sinks down into my bones. Something about the way the air brings light back into your dull eyes, you genuinely smile at me like you haven't in a long time, you have a will to get better again and so do I.