Season of March

Season of March: 

all night the wind played a long and distressed howl against my bedroom window. It's early morning now, dark, and the wind still present, just as fervent, not inviting at all as I contemplate my walk of several miles. There will be branches strewn across the paths, maybe even trees down, and the wind will cut through every layer I have on and chill me straight to the bone. I'm warm in my small home office now, drinking coffee as I write these words, small heater next to me whispering warmth in contrast to the cold sound outside my window. March is often a bitter month, drastic in its change of weather, never quite settling into a single season, almost eager to keep a grasp on winter. 

in a way, it's like a season completely on its own - an entire month of erratic behavior, rain and sweeping winds that at any time can turn to ice or snow, offering blizzard conditions that shortly give way to the warmth of sun and gentlest breeze. I'm sure that I'll walk every morning of this month, well before dawn and in the thick of whatever weather is presented. My curiosity calls for me to explore the season of March, at once loving, dreading its drastic offer. This morning they'll be the bracing wind and dodge of flying branches, tomorrow calls for more pleasant skies, warmer, and both mornings are aspects of a continuously changing season - and entire month displayed through every possibility. 

it's the season of March...

and I'm eager to explore all that it might offer. 

even as I listen to the distressing howl of wind, dreading its cold touch that's sure to reach me no matter what barrier placed between us. 

to truly know the fullness of the season, these early, dark mornings are the surest opportunity, a solitary excursion into the midst of its display. It's that thought that draws me to my doorstep, a brief pause, checking to be sure I've remembered every layer, and I'm into the wind.

immersed with the season. 

~

Peace, Eric