The distance between despair and happiness is no farther than traveling from one moment to the next.

Although often it feels never-ending and all-encompassing, despair is fleeting, like a season.

Winter grays, chills, and presses down heavily upon the earth as if it will never move along and yet, somehow, even as memory serves to guide us, we forget that this is just a point in time.

And, suddenly, with such precision, in the next moment Winter lifts its heavy veil and Spring arrives.

And, so it is with despair and happiness, ever swift and cunning, they ebb and flow in and out of our lives just like the changing seasons.