Contrasts

It's crazy hot outside ~ sweltering, humid heat with smog-cast skies. The grass is dry yellow and dappled with promises of shade. Yet the day calls and the birds twitter merrily in the cool trees.

I was thinking while I waited outside the grocery store. As a woman walked by, skirt swaying with the casual pace of a summer's day, I recalled the freezing snow-ridden parking lot of last December. (I had sorely struggled against a bitter wind as I hauled my steel-framed cart over the tired ice ruts. Steering was so very difficult and I had forgotten to put on my mitts. My poor chapped hands were left to fend for themselves.)

I smiled to myself. How easily circumstance shifts.