Spring Claims Her Dominion

Winter settles into the bones and a city's bones are steel. Cold and unyielding, it seems the last place to find renewal. Be it skyscrapers or rust scraping subway trains, winter gloom's deep. It is easy to give up hope. You begin to doubt your dreams of warmth. Do not worry. Time passes even here. Spring is a force undaunted.This piece is available for licensing. “She turned to the sunlight    And shook her yellow head,And whispered to her neighbor:    "Winter is dead.” - A.A. Milne, When We Were Very Young