I typically rotate the quote from Rogers Hornsby about looking out the window waiting for spring during the offseason with one from Bart Giamatti's book "The Green Fields of the Mind" between October and March on the index page of this website. Although what I'm really thinking and feeling is nowhere near this eloquent (or proper for mixed company), I'll put the Giamatti quote here. It's one of my favorite quotes of all time but hits even closer to home than normal right now.
It breaks your heart. It is designed to break your heart. The game begins in the spring, when everything else begins again, and it blossoms in the summer, filling the afternoons and evenings, and then as soon as the chill rains come, it stops and leaves you to face the fall alone. You count on it, rely on it to buffer the passage of time, to keep the memory of sunshine and high skies alive, and then just when the days are all twilight, when you need it most, it stops.