Life Moves Slow, Spring Comes Fast

It's spring already in Texas. My city is now painted in shades of bright green with gray skies ready with water for the burgeoning wildflowers that decorate the roads, with this beautiful but quick arrival, I now understand why they call it "spring". Despite the changing season I can't help but wonder, when will my spring come? Ever since fall life has been more of the same, stagnant, sometimes feeling more like a harsh winter than any fall I've known. Change is coming for my situation but it feels more slow than sure, will it be as beautiful as the fresh leaves? Will it rise lfrom its hibernation and fill me once again with childlike wonder and happiness? Only the gods know.