At the brink of a new season.
Spring and winter in a tug of war over the inevitable.
Complaisance with norms resisting change.
Winter holding tight to its familiar position as spring fights for the shift to its horizon.
Confusion settling, as time and purpose await none.
The past and the future coexisting in the present.
Its all clear to every observer that winter should give way and fade away with its remnants as spring commands the day with the light of its rising sun.
There’s a wisdom gained by being a bystander.
I wonder if they would both not benefit from its teachings if they but took an objective glance, judging themselves without the personal lenses but through the eyes of another.
Spring shall surely reign, even if but for a time.
The change need not be violent