"What good is the warmth of
summer, without the cold of
winter to give it sweetness."
~John Steinbeck
I bitched, moaned and groaned
all winter and early spring about
the cold, the rain and snow . . .
. . . I told my guy to give me
a good slap, metaphorically
speaking, if he caught me in
complaints about the heat!
Wouldn't you know it, today
was just shy of 100 degrees
and I caught myself just in
time. I was well on my way
to saying a few things about
such immense heat!
Is it possible that we humans
are never truly satisfied?! Do
we find fault with everything?
Not accusing, just noticing . . .
and I find myself falling short.
On the morrow, I'm going to
buy some suntan lotion and
bug spray and shut the fuck
up about the heat!
its too cold too hot
never satisfied i fear
need to learn silence
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