The Unpredictability of Spring
So, Spring, I think, has arrived. I say this with the calendar behind me and the hope that putting it in writing will not completely negate the truth of it. Spring is unpredictable.
Getting back to school last week, it was hot. The weather wrapped around me, nearly stifling me. I had just come from the last few snowy days of Washington and was suddenly thrown into the humidity of a light summer evening at 11:30 pm in Indiana.
The next day, it started raining and became cold.
I like spring. I like it for how unpredictable it is, for the surprises, joys and hiccups it brings. I like the way it makes me wonder what is coming next. Even as I know that summer is upon us eventually.
Summer can wait. Spring is here. Unpredictable or not.