The weather is confused. Friday we had an unexpected surprise. A winter thunderstorm arrived in Minnesota. Normally this time of year, we get lots of snow and the bone-chilling temperatures of winter are a tired fact of life. Yet Friday morning as the sky turned taciturn gray, I heard the undeniable boom of thunder and then the sky opened up and it poured.
Perhaps this unusual weather was symbolic of how my life has been. Hectic. Temperamental and a little out of sorts. As I type, I am on an airplane heading south to Nicaragua where I’ll have a change of seasons for a week. I will leave the cold, wet, gray weather of late winter in Minnesota behind to the burning heat and sun of Nicaragua.
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