Twist of Fate, Change in Weather.

The snow is drifting down out side of the window. Yesterday was sunny and warm, like spring lovely and bright. Today is cloudy and white like a gloomy dream. I guess you never can tell what the next day will bring. I thought I knew, I thought I understood. I was proven very wrong. How do you get used to the snow when you were preparing for spring? Twisted are the winds of the changing weather. Cruel is the hope of sunny days to come. It gives off just enough light to keep you dangling, only to freeze the ground the next day and squash all remaining rays of hope. They say the sun will shine again, and warmth and goodness will be had once more. I’m not so sure anymore. I’m not sure if I want to place my faith in that again. I’ve done my thinking on the present subject at hand. I’ve found myself angry and hurt, bitter and untrusting. How selfish it is to use such a reason. How removed from reality are the lying eyes of spring.