Equal Night

Culminate. That's the verb for my life right now. Lots of, well, stuff building and building and building.

Still so much to be sorted through, so much history to get past, so much time I don't have—and yet still so much hope that the healthy resolution to it all is also a happy one.

Approximately five hours and 36 minutes from now, the Spring Equinox occurs, where Winter pointedly gives way to Spring, where an apocryphal egg can be balanced on end. I find myself wondering if the pending celestial transition may turn out to be allegorical as well: is this finally the time when I/we can start to shed the burdensome aspects of our lives and start to build some happy, lilting ones?

Winter's got to end sometime, right?

Right?