The cold winter wind has made a few more attempts to cool things back down, but the sunshine window says there's a change coming. Slats of light shooting through to my cluttered desk, across our light grey carpet, warming our sleeping puppy. Our good little girl dreaming in the pleasant sun, quietly yipping in her sleep. Scaring off those pesky dream burglars trying to sneak off everyone's hope.

Months ago I sat in front of this same window, its bleak clouded light chilling me to the bone. Hoodie and blanket clutched tight dreaming of the sunshine window lighting the words I read, warming my heart.

I sit before the window now, warming within, almost hot. Change is coming.