Cold wind assaults trees,
Warm sun waiting to console,
Ever changing tides.
It is really, really cold here in my little neck of the woods. It was rainy yesterday, very cold today, supposed to be freezing (47 degrees is freezing for us Floridians) then back up to 70 next week. The weather is so fickle.
All that is constant is change and my vacillating weather likes to make sure I understand while reminding me to focus on the one thing I can control, my breath.