Time marches on.
a magnificent moment.
Spring is in my thoughts while snow blankets my yard.
March’s sense of humor is on display, I suspect.
She is anything but predictable here in the Midwest.
I like a woman with a sense of humor and the will to do as she wishes.
Admittedly I was looking forward to summer, but mother nature has other plans.
Perhaps both believe I have not given them the attention they deserved.
I have been focussing on new beginnings, locations, and ways of being heard.
I wonder, are these women of my life asking me to look outward instead of dwelling on my own desires?
Maybe they are asking to be a larger part of my thoughts.
I could be missing the point. I confess to being clueless when women’s thoughts are subject.
Maybe March is asking me to observe and enjoy life in real-time.
Yes, I believe that is it.
Quit hanging on to what will be or what was.
Eyes wide opened and appreciate all before you in its splendor.
Yeah, that March is a kick.
