Dear weather: Let me do my job
I hate the weather.
Not all weather, mind you. I am not irrational by any means. I understand the necessities of the seasons, that we need rain, sleet, snow and sun. It’s a sign that the world keeps turning, that things are moving along the way they should but. But this weather, I despise.
Man likes to believe we have this unspoken agreement with Mother Nature. We like to believe the men who drew up our calendar negotiated, in a way, with the seasons. I used to believe this as well. Oh, how naïve we all are to the date on the calendar. Those 12 pieces of papers that suggest a point in time mean absolutely nothing to the seasons, clearly. Just take a look out the window.
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