I must never forget that spring is always on it's way.

Heck, at the rate the planet's going we may end up with spring from September to May instead of the oft-hellish winters we have now. (Don't get me wrong, i love a nice violent winter, i love pitting man against nature provided the representatives of "man" involved are prepared for it. I'm going to abandon that poor paranthesi.. there's only one, what do you call that.. watev, this is the post now. Whenever there's a terrible power-outing tree-conquering storm i get excited, i like to rush outside and see what game Nature's bringin' and if she can back that $#!t up. I'm so ghetto. Not the Jewish way, i mean the wrong way.
I always thought it would be cool to be in the National Gaurd when they get deployed to clear roads, stop floods, dig out cities, fight aliens and all that. Ooh i can't pinpoint why but i get the chills just thinking about the Labor Day storm we had a few years ago and how much fun i thought it was to hack through logs that had fallen across the road so we could get to my grandma's house. Maybe it's jsut the thought of battling something so much more vast than anything we do normally, and actually having a shot at winning. We all know that Nature could absolutely destroy us all if she were so inclined, but when she just drops a little blockage here and some impending mudslide there we can do something about it, and i like that feeling of accomplishiment. Well, i imagine there's a bit of the innate caveman "Obstacle! Break it!" involved too, but how can we deny that and stay human.