Damn, it’s dark in here.  Has it always been dark in here?  Am I just waking up?  Or have I been sitting in the dark for months now?  Can’t tell.  Don’t really care.

Hmm, is that a glimmer of light out there?  Where is out there?  Do I care about out there?  Maybe there would be fresh food.  Don’t want to move, it’s cozy in this little dark den.  I don’t need others, bah humbug, they’d only make me do something like get out of my hole.  I like my hole, it’s been good to me.

But I hear noises out there.  Is that the spring bird already?  Damn, those birds are loud.  Were they always loud or am I just hearing them? Ugh, can’t shut them out.  They sound so happy.  Must be stupid.  Nothing to be happy about.  Cover my head with dirt and drown them out.

It smells good out there though.  Fresh and warm almost.  And I’m hungry for something different.  Hmm, I suppose I could stick my nose up there and just sniff around.  Maybe stretch my limbs or something.

Sniff sniff–whoa!  Too much light!  Yipes, back in my hole.  SAFE!

It’s not as comfortable down here, and geez, the light was lovely for a change.  I guess I could sniff a bit more.

Sniff sniff.  Slow and sniff safe.  Wow!  Look at the all the green!  The trees look so much better than when I dig in.  Were they always so green, or am I just noticing them now?  Hey, there’s another one of me–scary.  Sniff sniff.  Well, maybe not so scary.

It feels nice and warm in the sun.  I like the little breeze.  I could go back in the hole…but it looks so dark and cold now.  I like it out here.  I suppose I should clean up the clogs of dirt on me.  I want to look good for that little gal down the path.
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The light can be safe.  The dark shadow is for just a season.  I slowly embrace the Light and honor my shyness.  I am in an in-between season and peek my head out into a new land.  The Light has never gone away, and now I choose to face it.  Mother Nature loves me just the way I am.