It's hard, in the middle of winter, to think about spring breezes and summer winds. We tend to wrap ourselves in our blankets of misery and cold depression and mumble woeful sayings. Poor me, poor me! Well, the sun still shines and the stars are still bright at night and there is warmth by the fire and a crispness in the air. There is a wintry silence outside that seems to cloak the world in anticipation. It is a time to cleanse the soul and prepare for whatever comes next. Keep looking for the joy.