My Two Writing Teachers colleagues and I are hosting the 14th Annual March Slice of Life Story Challenge, in which teachers from around the world participate in posting a story per day.
We have a saying in Vermont. “If you don’t like the weather, wait a minute.”
Yesterday, my kids and I cried as we watched the thick warm fog and dreary rain melting our precious snow.
Later that night, I awoke to the house making loud CRACK noises in the -40 F temperatures that swept through, along with the gusts of 50 mph winds.
This morning, a snow squall swept through, leaving a dusting on top of the hard ice that had formed from the previous day’s melted snow.
And now the sun is shining brightly against a bluebird sky, as if nothing ever happened.
The weather over the past 24 hours has matched my mood.
One moment, I’m dwelling on all my problems and ailments. The next my heart swells with pride over something my kids did.
Just when things seem about as dark and depressing as they can get, there always seems to be a change in the wind, a temperature adjustment, the sun comes out and things look a little brighter.
Like they say, if you don’t like the weather, wait a minute.