Coming out of the office today into bright blasts of sunlight. Warmth. Transfigurations all about me. I am sitting now in a quiet house– the front door is standing open and I am being dazzled with a thousand comforting sounds. Birds singing. 

The awful city, the dismal grey nervous city today looked exciting– people enchanted me.

The winter is really over. And one thing feels certain within my soul. I could never survive another winter. 

My God, how awful it has been. Winter has never affected me this way. I have only the vaguest memories of the winter before this one. But now I realize that this past winter was survived only through sheer stamina.