The ocean blue ceiling welcomes birds today; they dive right in rejoicing. An ever-lasting light bulb breathes promises of spring soon to come, resplendent samples of warmth for all. At the same time, a fan bites the face it kisses, gusting sassy reminders of winter's wrath. For weeks yet to come, a tug-of-war will ensue between Unforgiving Winter and Youthful Spring; back and forth, warm and cool, in and out.
Such is the life of a writer.