I go through this a couple times a year. You hit that point where it’s time to change to a different coat or jacket. The problem becomes, is it really time to change?
The first of last week, I was almost ready to start digging in the closet, looking for something lighter. Something a bit more spring oriented. At least when it came to outerwear. Then came the end of last week, and I was almost ready to return to full on winter mode.
And there you have the problem with our weather. You get the occasional day that fills you with hope that winter is gone and warmer days have arrived. Then it all changes in the blink of an eye.
I’m about ready for that change. At least my mind is. Reality might be a bit different. There is a reason April has been called the cruelest month. Although I’m not sure T. S. Elliot was referring to the way the month teases us with thoughts of spring, only to bring those hopes crashing down again. But it certainly works.
But the changing of the jackets is a big moment for me. I don’t like switching back and forth. There are transfers to be made from the pockets of one to the other. Keys and pens and small scraps of paper I made notes on that I have been ignoring for the past few months. These things all must make the journey from one jacket to the other. It isn’t something I do lightly. It must happen at the proper moment.
But when is that proper moment?
I think it might be getting close.