born upon the tide

It snowed on the first day of Spring.

Which only goes to prove that very few things are final, since today's vernal equinox, which started out so cold and foreboding, rallied to blue skies by early afternoon. Slugabeds and slackers were none the wiser. To them the day was just a day.

I wish I could say that some things never change. That feelings never alter, opinions never grow headlong in opposite directions, that standards never shift. The truth is, the world is a traumatic and beautiful place where your every decision is questioned and your every conviction challenged. All you can really do is breathe and trust that you will be spared he cataclysmic peaks and valleys in favor of the slower process of gradual adaptation. You'll be pedaling in reverse before you know it, come snow or come spring.