The calendar says it’s spring. The window shows a dark, drizzle morning in place of the bright, crisp equinox that was anticipated. Does this mean that spring packs up and bolts, while winter marches back? Seems silly because that’s not possible. It will keep being the season that it is supposed to be in spite of the undesirable – or just different – circumstances. Why then, when life doesn’t go according to plan, do we think that it isn’t ok to accept the different circumstances? ~trvw
