THE CALM BETWEEN THE STORMS
Tuesday was beautiful. Windy, sure, but cloudless and sunny. Daffodils had already opened to the sun and displayed--to the other flowers, I'm sure--a mocking cheerfulness. Yes, Tuesday was beautiful. Wednesday, however, was dark, soggy, and rumbled with lightning and thunder. It was the first of three days in which Indiana was submerged. We joked that if "Frozen" was the indicant of our never-ending winter, that newly-released "Noah" was the forecast for this year's spring. Between the pockets of clouds and rain, though, I took a walk through Fountain Square and Fletcher Place, acknowledging that soon, yes, soon, there would be more than daffodils, more than yellowed grass and tumultuous skies.