As I type, it's -14 degrees, when monthly averages for March here are 20s for lows and 40s for highs. I turned to the 10-day forecast for hope, but there is no "meteorological spring" to speak of.
My good disposition is buried in the snow, much like my favorite sunglasses, which I lost while snowshoeing in our yard. Both are out there, somewhere, but I won't be able to find them until all that snow melts.
The only thing I can do is take my daily dose of vitamin D and dance to Pharrell William's song "Happy." Thank goodness we have that going for us this winter.