The seasons are changing and our balance is a little off. As I was mulling this over, it inspired a little attempt at poetry, so here it is.
In the Summer
It's warm and comfortable and perfect
Then the Fall comes
And the seasons change
And we become restless and uncertain
But then Winter sets in
We settle in and get comfy
Soon Summer will return
And everything is easy again
Normally I have a seasonal preference for Summer and Winter. As those of you who know me are aware, I'm a very black-and-white guy. I don't like dealing in shades of gray. This year, I'm glad to see the Fall approaching and all that it entails, even if it means I'm a bit crazier than usual.