March

Outside my window the wind whips around cold air under a bright sun. The same sun made summer heat only days before now wanes in power like winter’s light. It’s a cycle that brings both frustration and exhilaration, and while there is much hateful about it, I realized that it is very much like life. The conditions change and the winds are always buffering you. It’s a transient phenomenon that you can either accept or uselessly struggle against. The cold winds are not that bad.