It’s been a strange winter, with the weather coming in fits and starts. After last winter’s record-breaking snowfall, everyone seems relieved to navigate bare streets and sidewalks…but a winter almost entirely devoid of snow still seems eerily unnatural.
Last night we had a rainstorm with high winds and thunder, today the temperature soared into the 60s, and tomorrow will dip back toward freezing. Even with a spare set of boots in my office and an extra pair of shoes in my car, I never know how to dress, the climate of “yesterday” never quite matching the weather of “today.”
This afternoon after my office hour, I took a stroll around campus, ostensibly to swap my too-warm boots for the shoes in my car. On the way, I saw witch hazel blooming in its usual spot, but more than a week earlier than it has in the past. In snowier seasons, the first sight of anything blooming comes as a revelation; this year, it only seems odd. Last year was too snowy and this year too warm: like Goldilocks, I feel disoriented and out-of-sorts on an ambling search for Just Right.