Lent has traditionally been one of my favourite times in the Christian calendar, but this year, I find myself going through the motions. Rather than allowing time carved out of my busy schedule, I've been skipping steps and just hoping to get to the end of my papers before I run out of words and breath.
It's Palm Sunday today.
A day of new hope and deep sadness. (but mostly hope and mostly sadness)
The snow is melting, but I still feel its weight.