Reflect on the Seasons

On days like today, I take solace in knowing that this crummy, lousy weather will last only for a couple of months. If we're fortunate, perhaps even less! This warmer, but still chilly, rainy day is a cross-section of what February and March will probably be like. At least it means an end to a foot of snow of the ground or salt stains ruining our expensive shoes. At least it means no more malicious wind chills or sidewalks lacquered with invisible ice. No more waking up early on a Saturday to shovel the driveway. No more straining to reach the brush in the back seat only to stand in an ajar door and force away the ice jamming the windshield wipers. Oh, boy. I will NOT miss those days.

Now instead we can look forward to a few months of a constant downpour; tapping and clacking away on our roves; puddles of murky rain water pooling up against curbs, failing to slide into storm drains. A walk down the street might entail being soaked by a passing automobile that refuses to pull away from pedestrians. You could have saw this coming; but you were too busy noticing the multiplicity of worms squirming about along the dark soaked concrete.

Don’t get me wrong: I love the seasons. But this transition is not the most pleasant. Eventually, we will reach a time of general warmth and brightness. New life will arise. You'll be able to open up every window and door to permit a firm breeze to pass through the house. That will be the day when we have emerged victorious from winter and marched valiantly into spring.