At night it freezes, and then in the day it goes back to melting, making for ice and sludge pot holes everywhere. The parking lots are like off-road obstacle courses.
Not only is it ugly, it’s dangerous. I dropped Zoey off at school, and her teacher had an ice pack on one kid’s neck and another kid was proud to show me the bruise on his cheek. Did I mention my mom’s spring break trip to Fairbanks included a sprained ankle? Car’s are in ditches, this morning I saw one take out a stop sign. I said to Zoey’s teacher, “What is going on here?” She shrugged and said, “It’s break up.”
It ain’t no Disneyland.
Thinking back to last spring in Hawaii,
A complete scramble of goo. Mired in the muck of transition. That’s where I am. That’s where I am in the world. That’s where I am in life. That’s where I am.
In the meantime, yes, I’m feeling like a klutz, on uneven ground, making a mess of everything, and in a general state of not pretty.
But I know this: I’m in good company. Even mother nature’s transitions aren’t pretty. Neither are Tiger’s.
But the promise of what’s to come? That’s beautiful.
Bless this mess,