The sun is out, the birds are singing, and the ice is gradually thawing from the lake. The birds still sit around on it, looking hungry, and swoop in screeching hordes when anyone appears who looks remotely as though they have food for them!
Sometimes I feel a bit like the lake: All seems to be good around me, but inside I am icy, unable to feel anything much, either good or bad. I get lonely, and yet cannot bring myself to do anything about it, like go out to meetings where I know I can talk to people. Withdrawal is the name of the game.
But getting like that just leads to more misery, as I well know, so I am now making a big effort to SMILE and TALK to people!