The Winter of Our Discontent
As a take-off on this popular John Steinbeck novel, I wanted to reflect on my favorite time of the year. For some strange reason, fall leading into winter, and winter itself, are my two favorite times of the year. Due to the way I'm hard-wired, temperament and personality, this season is truly one of rest, re-grouping, and vision-casting. By the time spring rolls around, I'm like a baby in the throes of labor waiting to burst forth full of life, wonder, and potential. On days like today when a time of snowing leaves the roads iced over and impassable, I am left alone with nothing but my thoughts to reflect upon. Then I look ahead to the future, equipped with a treasure chest full of invaluable life experiences, anxiously casting a vision with subsequent goals outlined to aid in the capture of what lies down the road. Sometimes I ponder the lot of humanity as represented by the mass of people I observe and come in contact with on a daily basis. I...