Forget the ground hog, I'm having my early spring now.
Sure, it was a storm that killed 48, and I don't want to make light of that fact, but the weather brought me a good feeling. The air was warm and full of energy. It reminded me that it is time to put garden peas in the ground and maybe plant a black walnut or six.
It was a day for rolling down the windows and letting the warm breeze clear the cobwebs of stagnation and despair. It stirred up the dust and the emotions of the people around me. Just like lose paper on a desk in a breeze, I was surrounded by people who blew in the wind as I did. It was like flying.
Yes, the clouds were dark and ominous. Yes, the news carried death and destruction, but in the space of my arms it was a tiny paradise and I was glad for the distraction. It allowed me to see things about my self I had never noticed before. It made me think of the future and how I intend to shape it. It blew out some bad and hopefully some good. It also blew in contact from friends too far and too long out of contact.
It was a good day.
