This month there have been over 70 tornadoes through the U.S. due to the weird warm weather we've been having. Sure, January's had its cold days (made exponentially worse thanks to furious wind), but we've had our good days, too. Yesterday was in the high 50s, and today's high was around 64 degrees (and I celebrated these foretastes of spring by going to Mount Echo and listening to Florence & The Machine on the IPOD). As much as I'd like to think this nice weather will continue on to spring, without any snow storms in the midst, I know that's just wishful thinking. We've still got February and March, and there's no reason to suspect this abnormal trend to continue.
Mother Nature's a temptress, dangling brighter days before your eyes and then forcing you to see that such foretastes are simply that: foretastes. This winter will get worse before it gets better, and by the end we may have given up on past days that will never be again. But spring does come, despite winter's wretched breath, and we forget about winter as we soak up the sights and sounds and scents of a world coming back to life. Maybe there's a lesson in that?
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