Waiting for Spring

 At the moment the tulips are the only visible sign of Spring so I keep gazing at them throughout the day. It's cold and unfriendly outside. Even during the brief moments when the sun breaks through there's no indication that it's anything more than just a big tease.
I feel guilty complaining about the cold weather when refugees in their thousands are camping in the most appalling conditions. Their situation is dire and it only seems to be getting worse.