We had a snowstorm yesterday. 10" or so of snow, the wet, heavy stuff that happens in late winter. Whiteout conditions--the whole thing. I sat inside with an afghan on my lap and wrote most of the day. I am This Close >< to being back on schedule with my writing, but it's still a struggle some of the time.
But yesterday's weather has vanished and today: sun shining, roads are clear, snow on the ground (but it's melting like crazy). I drove to my sister's house today and counted 26 cars in the ditch on the 40-mile drive. Also 3 semi-trucks, one ass-over-teakettle and looking like a beetle that was upended with its legs waving in the air. Here in Iowa, we have some damn steep ditches on the side of the road, and one car was teetering on the brink of a huge drop (as in, 'you won't survive this one, kiddo; trust me'). I'll bet that driver exited the vehicle extremely cautiously.
Weather like this is a good reminder that there is a new day lurking around the corner. No matter what is thrown at us today, tomorrow might be better. It might be worse, too, but it might be better. Gray might be replaced by blue, writer's block might be replaced by productivity (see how I snuck that bit in there about writing?), and spring might be around the corner (I can see it--it's hiding, but I think it's there).
So hang in there -- you never know what might happen in 24 hours, give or take a few.