Winter Coats to Summertime
I’m kinda, sorta certain this happens in a few dozen places on this glorious planet, but since I’ve hunkered in the same neighborhood for a whole lot o’ years, I speak from humbled experience. And I shouldn’t be all that surprised, ’cause with precise, persnickety, yearly clockwork, in a matter of a few short 24’s, we JUST ! LIKE ! THAT ! transfer from winter coats to summertime, furnace to air conditioner, doubled up socks to barefootin’ …
!! poof !!
as if Mama Nature responds to our I CAN’T WAIT !! whining, with an ok then !! Here ya gooooo !!
& just so you know, I’ve truly got no beef with the process, I’m delighted it’s hot again !! I’ll adjust accordingly, I … I … I …
ugh.
Truth be told ?? It’s the extremes that bother my brain, I’m soooooo not a fan of extremes.
Too cold and I’ll write
Too hot and, yep ….
& why there’s not a quiet little hub of, let’s say, 70 degrees Fahrenheit, to lollygag and dillydally for a few long whiles, where all is swell and swell and pleasantly pleasant, where happy faces and delightful vibes thrive and extremes are just not an issue …
hmmm ….
extremes
I think I’m seeing a lesson here, Nature, and in your cove of consideration and trying and !! happy to be here in the first place !! in-between, I promise to stay, sharing kindness and compassion with others who feel the same
♥
& maybe, just maybe, together, we can quiet the noise of those extremes with a shhhh, shhhh … ’cause appreciating this gift of !! LIFE !! is a lovelier way to be
& yes, winter coats to summertime, now, I understand.
🙂