Starting with the first day of spring, we had temps that headed into the mid-70’s.  I went running in shorts in the mid-afternoon. Twelve hours later we had several inches of snow on the ground. Apparently, our air masses are schizophrenic.

There’s something both freeing and terrifying about having the weather drop fifty degrees in a few hours. Freeing: because anything can happen. It’s liberating.  Artistically, it’s a boon. But such rapid bait-and-switches are terrifying, too. I mean, are there baselines at all? Where’s the bottom?

If even the weather is so inconsistent, what the hell can I expect from the stock market?

Laws of nature are supposed to be more grounding than the laws of man. Now, I doubt that the weather will ever offer up anything as ridiculous as the twinkie defense. But I don’t have to drive through the courtroom, either. This morning I was excited for a little white stuff to steer through. I wasn’t prepared for full-on whiteout conditions.

Swerving along the side road to work (the interstate was closed, due to hazardous conditions), I kept thinking: yesterday I wore sandals. Yesterday I sat out to write on the picnic bench and IT WAS TOO WARM to stay outside!

Yesterday’s gone. Snow’s here.

Tomorrow, I just might be back in linen skirts again.