Spring

An ontological look at this spring leaves a lot of room for confusion. When we were officially in the end of March, the lion hadn't ceded power to the lamb: it was snowing, and was supposed to snow all day. Two days later, it was seventy degrees. What gives?

Now we are in May, and we are gifted with hints of spring, punctuated by grey, mid-fifties days like today. The weather forecast (to which I stay glued) tells me it will be reliably warm within a week - we just have to get through some rainy bursts first.

I think the weather wants to be different things. It struggles against the confines put on it by climate change. It reserves the right to be capricious, like a cat. It laughs, gently, at our obsession with it.

And the sun always returns.