It was a balmy 85 yesterday, and then the front blew through last night. My wife and I heard metal crashing around and went out to find a piece of siding trim in the yard. At first we thought from our house, but a closer inspection revealed it blew in from the next block over at the closest. Today we only hit 78. Brrr. And last Saturday I was having to wrap my gloved hands around the motor of my bike to warm the numbness out of them.
A right emblem it may be, of the uncertain things of this world; that when men have sold them selves for them, they vanish into smoke. ~ William Bradford
I finally realized that Life is a metaphor for Fly Fishing.