This time last week I was staring out of my window at a ghost town. Life as I knew it had been brought to a halt by a winter storm.
Last night I went to bed with the windows open - the temperature having flirted with eighty degrees during the day.
This morning sunshine, blue sky, and grass colored brown by winter hibernation are what lie beyond my window. The paralyzing snow of last week but a memory.
It occurs to me that weather patterns are reflective of life. Periods of predictable expectations interrupted by the occasional tumultuous storm.
In current times I find that reassuring - knowing that predictable expectations lie at the horizon.
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