the thick cover of clouds suggests the groundhog did NOT see his shadow, and thus forecasts an early spring. the feast of imbolc dawns, the sky pearly as new milk. i slept remarkably well last night, and woke up refreshed and energized. i feel the new sun filter through the clouds.
a totally unexpected kind of spring has opened up before me. i reach into my aries soul, and leap.
and furthermore, the war must end. blessed be.