Think about the temperature on October 3rd when February 15th rolls around next year. To me that is when we get over the hump of winter, the moment where it feels like the cold starts to lose it’s grip. Let’s look closer, by then, the days are already stretching longer and the darkness is losing its edge. When we are complaining about the frost and the wind, it will be worth remembering that just 135 days ago it was 86 degrees.
That is the rhyme.
The heat of summer echoes in the bite of winter, and both remind us we have walked this road before. Seasons shift, we endure and we carry forward.
Congratulations to the Cubs.
May the memories be a blessing to those massacred in Manchester yesterday on Yom Kippur.
Happy Friday Chalkheads
