A Chill Wind

There is a storm brewing

My optimistic side favors the positive; the worse of Winter is over. But as the wind bites my face and my brain calculates the distance between where I am and the car, the side of me that restrains inappropriate outbursts, chants curses to the low atmospheric pressure, the darkening overcast, and the building humidity.

At the high school this morning, I crossed paths with a parent and as we approached they said, “I’m done with this!” and I acknowledge them saying, “Here we go again!”.”