No matter how long the winter, spring is sure to follow. ~ Proverb
I found this little crocus near a rock, among some old dead plants from last summer. A glimmer of spring among winter's debris. A glimmer of hope among the dark, dreary days of winter. A reminder that even when it feels like things will never change, they eventually do. Nothing stay the same forever. About the only thing you can count on in life is that it is ever-changing.