Chicago, 72 degrees
The first time I visited Chicago, back in 1991 or '92, I was thrilled and amazed by so many things -- the energy on the streets (compared to DC), the architecture, the people. And the weather. Every day it was different. We had rain and wind and cold and sun, and we were staying with some people high up in a condo and I got to watch the different weather roll in each day.
If the weather could change every day I'd be happy. Today was in the '70s, tomorrow's going to be back in the '40s. In fact, if we don't get another good snow before the winter's out I'll be disappointed. Extreme heat, extreme cold, hard rain, heavy snow, high winds, dense fog, clear sun -- I love it all. But mostly I like it to keep on moving, keep on changing.
I need to be more like the weather. Sometimes I let my life move like a glacier.
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The weather is capricious, and fickle at best. I have been to two glaciers. Mendenhall and Hubbard in Alaska. If life moved like the Hubbard Glacier then it would be steadily creeping toward the sea; beautiful, but marked with visible scars... Culminating in rare and spectacular episodes of caving. The glacier spent years of steadfast building up to a glorious moment of breaking away from the safety of the whole to leap...crashing into the sea, only to join that sea once again and begin the process anew.
It's not so bad to be a glacier now, isn't it?
~Skipper
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