Blue Monday

The weekend was snowy, but felt less winter than any snow previous in the season. When the cold drops low, the air grows less humid and there is a sense that the very fiber of reality is stretched just that much too tight. A needle poke here, or a slight tear there and the whole structure could collapse in on itself. There is, in these moments, just barely enough matter to hold things together. But this past weekend, the wet spring snow evoked the very opposite sensation. It was as if the world was too full, overfull. There was heavy wet snow on the ground, heavy wet snow on the trees, heavy wet snow in the air. It felt full, this world. And today, the sun rising bright well before 6:00 a.m. and the air slowly warming against the still snow-covered Earth, I feel a passing of winter. Six more days, on the solar calendar, but, to me, it was over as of this weekend, when spring dictated the quality of storm.

The crisp blue sky alludes to clarity. But we learn that clarity is the last thing our President would like us to attain. Faked news reports generated by the administration lie about the situation in Iraq and the need for the terrible legislation they keep championing. I have my fingers crossed that the very weight of their thoughtless arrogance will crush them. How many more of us have to die before that happens?