Janet had never been one for New Year’s resolutions. In the past they always started optimistically enough - vowing to lose 20 pounds or write in a journal daily or finally start that novel. But year after year her determination would inevitably peter out by mid February, leaving her with nothing but frustrated, faulty willpower.
So Janet entered 2023 with a sort of resignation, making no declarations or commitments to personal betterment. She figured why even bother with noble intentions she would only abandon. Clean slates seem doomed to gather dust for her anyway.
That was until a strange encounter on New Year's Day stirred up inspiration for Janet from the unlikeliest of sources. She was wandering through sleepy neighborhood streets near her apartment, surrounded by leafless deciduous trees and bushes still barren in winter's grasp. Most residents were just crawling from bed this holiday morning, nursing hangovers or settling back into routines.
As Janet strolled past a deserted playground, movement caught her eye. She paused, spotting a plump robin perched on a naked maple branch high above the vacant swings. In his beak, he carried a perfect emerald leaf still glossy with life's sap coursing through its veins. Cocking his red-breasted head, the bird eyed the bare branches before fluttering over to a nearby oak. After a series of hops scanning the options, he carefully selected an unoccupied spot. With a triumphant chorus of cheeps, the robin then wedged his leafy treasure into a crook on the tree's furrowed grey bark. Its verdant hue stood out in defiant contrast, as though declaring spring's imminent return before winter loosening its grip.
The robin looked on proudly before shooting Janet an almost conspiratorial wink and flitting off on his colorful mission's next phase
Janet gazed up at that vivid green leaf, alone but bravely heralding the coming spring. In the little robin's simple act, hope took flight - defying the barren grey backdrop of winter with vivid possibility.
In Janet welled an unexpected surge to mirror such promise within her own winter-weary world. What creative splash could her hands and heart dare to sow, awakening hints of glory while everything still slept inert?
Across the next few frigid weeks a curiosity took gentle wing and Janet became the robin to her neighborhood, bestowing hidden gems nourishing color-starved souls. Crocheted cozies on bare lamp posts. Secret painted stones offering love and encouragement along icy sidewalks. Faded construction barriers transformed to vibrant murals overnight. Glass globes with paper wishes for strangers to pluck filling an abandoned lot with optimistic glimmers.
Janet grew more light and lively herself crafting guerilla art, brightening gloom one whimsical installation at a time across overlooked locales. Until the grey city invited joy to unfold itself daily if only more cared to nurture its latent seedlings with care.
When ice finally thawed to running streams and emerald buds bejeweled their arbors once more, Janet revisited the fateful maple where her muse first called one holiday morn. The browned faded leaf still clung stubbornly to its branch through seasons rough and serene alike. No curtain call for this matinee leaf that stirred imagination against odds in one pixie-minded woman those months ago! Buoyant in her steps, Janet ambled on through the reviving park. She knew now always beneath winter's veneer soft blooms await when we nourish creativity’s kindling spark.
Around her, the stirring metropolis pulsed renewed vigor as her fellow urbanites shed thicker layers in sunlight more golden. Cherry blossoms erupted into clouds of delicate splendor unlike previous springs. Roaring fountain displays sprung up in the courtyards of concrete towers overnight as though tapped underground arteries sensing lighter spirits aloft rushed to mirror the ascending euphoria. Even the very pavement under tires and heels seemed to telegraph new energy - or perhaps simply all treaders attuned now to subtle wonders long overlooked until one brave robin and whimsical janitor jostled their senses alive again.
Budding maples lined Janet’s path home as she paused to appreciate each starburst unfurling from once stark tick branches. What rich crop would her own mind yield after lying dormant under years of skeptic frost now burned away by renewing creative sparks? Limitless beauty awaited summoning if she sustained this patience and contrarian faith in the face of life’s bleakest seasons. All winter long as she had stealthily tended fledgling hope in her community’s neglected corners, parallel seedlings rooted quietly within. With awe Janet realized - by giving colorful expressions to her sterile world, she had serendipitously watered to life the most dazzling garden yet within her own imaginative spirit. The wildest blooms were yet to come!
Reinvigorated by spring’s full fragrant glory, Janet committed to forever nurturing creativity’s abundant seeds however they wish to ripen in her now lush inner Eden. Once awakened, she knew that vivid influence would continue spilling over to bless external worlds even long after this winter’s kindling victory lapsed back into memory’s shadows. After all, vibrant expression and courageous hope always rise again more resilient through having conquered icy adversity once before.
On Janet wandered beneath sunny skies back toward her little apartment that somehow seemed brighter too. What bold new horizons shone before her and this city stirred from slumber? She could hardly wait for their unfolding technicolor dreams!
