Here in Southern California our weather has been changeable. Rain was predicted this past Friday, and as I drove into work, heavy raindrops pelted my windshield. I dashed through cold, wet wind from the parking lot to my building.
But then I suddenly looked up from my desk an hour later and the sun was bright out the window.
This weekend, clouds have been scuddering across the sky, alternately blue and glowering. This morning we took a walk in Tuna Canyon, and as we stepped along the trail toward the hazy blue coastline, threatening stormclouds loomed inland.
The hills were bright green with new grass.
You can tell spring is coming when the small flowers begin to bloom. Here, even in the most infertile places, between the rocks. A sign of hope.
Keep following the path. Where does it go?