I'm writing about the weather again. I mean, on the one hand, I think, the weather just is, do we really need to discuss it? Still as a species we spend lots of time thinking about, and talking about, the weather. We spend lots of time, and use lots of our technological ability trying to "predict," the weather. We even have a 24 hour TV channel devoted to the weather. So yes, we are obsessed with the weather, for good reason, or no.
Yesterday was a unique day around these parts. The day actually caressed us. I mean, there was a little taste of Spring in the air. After a long, brutal Winter. I'm not foolish enough to think that Winter is through with us, but there was this glimmer of a new reality.
So yes, instead of being slapped around, instead of being kicked in the shins, instead of being burned by the face-freezing chill, instead of the burden of trying to bear up under the hostile elements, the day seemed to embrace us with a warm and friendly hand.
We were hugged by the day. Kissed, caressed, welcomed. So weird. Could it be true?