What we are witnessing outside are the first blows of Spring being delivered to Winter. They are slow, methodical body shots of a welterweight meant to weaken their opponent. You'll see only a quick evidence of them in days like today when you can smell the mud and hear the water from melting snow banks making their way to swell the rivers. Rivers that, unfortunately, will be frozen again by the weekend.
Winter is a heavyweight and won't go down easy. He is tall and thick and limber and hits like the devil, looking for his young opponent to drop his glove. Right hook, connect, 19 degrees with snow. Spring stumbles back, dazed and shaken.
It is the classic underdog story though. Eventually the Cinderella of the Seasons will land the hits he needs: jab, cross, uppercut, body, body, uppercut. Winter's down for the count.
Not today, however. Today Spring has capitalized on Winter's cocksure winner's attitude that has been built up over the last few months of snowfall and sub-zero temperatures. He underestimated Spring's right cross, left hook combo and took it straight on the chin. A mistake he won't make again soon.
So get out today. Go for a run, take a hike, get a little muddy. Quickly, before Winter has a chance to recover.
No comments:
Post a Comment