“Is it wrong to dream of sunsets in the rain?” ― Anthony T. Hincks

 “The trees frothed with leaf and blossom. The ground softened to mud, then thickened with an embroidery of flowers. Birds whirled and swooped and sang, and colts and calves tottered or gamboled in farmyards. The back of winter finally broke, and warmth and color came rushing in.

And hope. Always, hope.”

― Mark Buchanan, Spiritual Rhythm: Being with Jesus Every Season of Your Soul