End of the week, and, as I’ve missed the last couple of ends of the week, I’m back in Starbucks, with a tea and a cinnamon swirl.
It’s been a deep-thinking week. I feel as though I’ve calculated, or at least tried to calculate, a lot of stuff. And other things have silently processed through my head and my heart, which can’t yet be expressed.
I think I might have started an avalanche today. I just kicked up a little snow. It might rumble into an unstoppable wall of change, it might not! But I think it’s okay to shake things up a bit when you’re fed up with winter. Time will tell.
Actually, it feels like it’s getting to be time for Spring. I guess I cheated a bit by having a week of Aprilish sunshine in Israel last week - here, it’s coats and hats and chilly nights still, and it’s been tough to come back to it. I’d like to feel some warmth out here in the UK - little hints of summer, pleasant days for carrying your coat or seeing the river sparkle and the sunlight dance.
Patience then. It is coming. The avalanche might be the beginning of the thaw, the loud, unruly, last ghasp of winter. But even if I made no difference, then perhaps I should be confident that Spring is just as relentless, that the cherry blossom, the new life, and the blue skies are inevitable, and that change, good change, is on the breeze.
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