Walking The Line

After a lovely couple days the full fruition of spring retreated and we're left with day after day of clouds necessitating heavy jackets. The seasonal reluctance takes its toll and there is a sense of irritability and disappointment exacerbated, perhaps created, by spring's oscillations.

Fatigue, stress, and discontent are prevalent. No where more so than my small storefront office where the mood has been thick and soupy. Nothing overt of course, nothing direct, just passing comments with muddled intention clearly motivated by frustration. Unclear expectation, passive aggression, and a vague off putting entitlement all taken together made for a low grade interpersonal slush perpetuating a week long trudge.

But this is a passing thing. Soon the weather will definitively shift, ushering in a period of revitalizing warmth. Sooner or later the fog at my office will dissipate or resolution will be found elsewhere. Either way this current malaise is but fleeting. And relief will accompany the inevitable sun. Until then endurance can be fortified with gratitude, for simple things like a fridge with food to the full and illustrious moon.