Acceptance

It's light outside—time 5:15 PM. There's a disconnect between the cold weather and the light. I'm ready for spring, but spring has its own mind. Some things you can't push or cajole. It's best to just accept the inevitable—despite our technology, theories, plaintive cries—we can't move winter along. It needs to play itself out.

I'll wait, perhaps not patiently. I'll dream about the warmth of the sun and promise I won't complain when it gets too hot and humid. Meanwhile I'll enjoy the crisp cold weather and turn the thermostat up a notch.