to everything a season

Here in the District of Columbia, we've been having a chilly May.  This in a city known for starting summer in April. It's almost as though something just isn't ready.

Like the extended summer of 1983.  Well into October, still quite warm.  Something about the Jet Stream being stuck -- prompting a coworker at our university library to say, "Somebody go up there and unstick it!"

If only getting unstuck and able to "move on" were that simple.  If only we could always feel we had done what we needed to in the current situation before it changed. 

I'm not sure we're supposed to finish entirely before stepping toward the next level.  Maybe life is meant to be more dynamic than that.  On the other hand, need every year, or every person, proceed at the same rate, in the same way? Surely, life has more room than that.

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