The Season

The warm weather continues and with the lack of snow and seasonal continuity comes angst. I wonder what other people feel about the seasons because I know that I am overly concerned with things I can't begin to change or even influence.

It's been this way for as long as I can remember; I worry about people, animals, fish and plants who survive by the whims and wants of the seasons. I wonder how they're going to survive and how they might be helped along their way, but there's only so much that I can do for my own family and friends. The result is a sort of cognitive disconnect from my irrational hope and fear toward a more manageable day-to-day balance between cause and effect as I work, save and spend.
The economics of the self are in direct relation to what's available, and sometimes it gets fairly sketchy when the dearth outside matches a certain scarcity within.


It's good to have Sigurd around, though. He's a good little variation in the dynamic.