A pre-spring sunrise holds the promise of so many beautiful things. The weather report, on the other hand, was the bastard that ripped it all away, at least for a few more days. It is ok that the weather report did that. It is these exact types of dueling messages that make me think positively.
I choose hope. I do not care how many mixed messages I get. I do not care how many circles those mixed signals chase me into. I really don’t care to think about the bad weather report. (Take that as I do not care to think about the negative or possible bad outcomes)
Trees can stand all of the bad weather reports. They come out standing tall. See? This is completely not about the trees.