Being terribly susceptible to moods changing with the weather, I believe it is trying to kill me this month. As Robert Frost said…“…You know how it is with an April day,
When the sun is out and the wind is still,
You’re one month on in the middle of May.
But if you so much as dare to speak,
A cloud comes over the sunlit arch,
A wind comes off a frozen peak,
And you’re two months back in the middle of March…”
I think I dared to speak…