I look out my window and see snow falling down in perfect little flakes.
I wonder where all the birds have gone because I miss their chirping at my bedside.
I feel failed by a spring that won’t come early just for me.
I close my curtains and hope that when I get up in the morning the snow will be gone and the birds would be chirping on the windowsill.

Tomorrow is just another day, a relative term; so I guess we will have to see what happens.