Here’s what I know:
Winter doesn’t last forever.
Dormant isn’t dead.
Rest is required to flourish and flower.
That which seems to be harsh, like winter’s bleak cold, is necessary for the next phase of growth.
The sun is there even when we don’t see it.

Is there anything more hopeful than those first, brave snowdrops?

It did feel like this was going to last forever, but the snowdrops say differently.