Friday, December 2, 2011
Story-A-Day #386: End Days
We should have seen it coming. The signs were all there. Back in the spring, just as everything was coming into full bloom, we were dumped under half a foot of snow. Needless to say, it put a damper on the mood. The jubilant elation of spring, doused under a quick reminder of what had only just come to a close.
That was about seven months ago. Back when things should have been running into an optimistic place of sunshine and blue skies. Instead, we were reminded of what had recently been left behind. The Indian Summer did little to make up for the sting. Now we had settled into an Indian Winter. I don't know if there is actually such a thing as that, but that is certainly what it feels like.
This is no average winter. In fact, it is quite the opposite. It is more of a chess match between rain and snow. Each one taking turns making its presence felt; each one precipitating the move of the other. It makes for quite a mess.
I've noticed the changes coming for some time now. The New Year's Eve doused in torrential downpours, the midsummer night's filled with golf ball sized hail. This is not normal. This is not what we should be anticipating with the turn of each season.
We should be used to the turning tides of the seasons. The blustery white snows of winter give way to the sparkling rains of spring, which give way to the glowing summer sun, and the falling leaves of autumn. That is how the seasons are meant to unfold. In a nice, pretty cycle. Seasons are meant to be cyclical, they are meant to have beginnings and ends.
You can blame it on global warming. I don't deny that it must have an effect, but there is something more to it. There are signs of the apocalypse upon us, but not in the biblical sense. These aren't locusts or downpours of blood, but they are equally as pretentious as the biblical signs we learned about in school.
Mark my words, there is ill afoot in what we are seeing. This is only the beginning, and you know as well as I do, that all beginnings lead to an end. I only hope this isn't ours.