Spring and The Promise Of

Spring is creeping ever so slowly into our world this year. It seems reluctant to return if that could be possible.

And the world I know is anxiously awaiting its arrival. We have been saturated with the gloom of dark forecasts, endless investigations equally politically, and morally distressing, throughout what seems to have been an endless winter.

So, yes, most of us are eagerly looking forward to the arrival of spring with its promise and hope of summer sun. We are optimistic that along with the beautiful fragrance of blossoms, the new season will also wipe out the advent of new and endlessly conflicting committees.

Few of us are waiting with baited breath for the promised announcement of “Will he run?” predicted today on the internet.

The individual in question, the once VP, has been holding his decision close to his vest now it seems forever.

The last time he did that, it was too late. The field was too crowded, or maybe it was only the podium or possibly even more likely, the front runner had mandated, “No way. It’s mine.”

That all seems like yesterday. Maybe that’s why winter seemed eternal and was so dark. Politics sometimes have a way of casting dark shadows that linger and crowd out the sunlight.

I was hoping when the first forsythia bloomed, the political noise would dim. The stage where everyone clamored for the spotlight would empty at least for a little while, but it looks now as if I have been too optimistic

Apparently, the platform will be even more crowded than it was last time. The noise has already begun to reach a crescendo, and some of the dialogue hasn’t changed. It might not be fake news, but it certainly sounds like old news. At least I think I have heard it before and not so long ago.

“Will he run?” Is again being asked, and I wonder if anyone cares. Not only about that, but also about who the people of our country really want.

That no longer seems to be an deciding issue, but perhaps spring will change that, too.

Let’s hope it does because in the words of Victor Hugo:

“If people did not love one another, I really don't see what use there would be in having any spring.”