Such restless weather lately, one frontal system after another. Awakening nearly every other morning to snow (unusual here).
Restless: Fits my state of mind. I’m tired of winter. I’m looking for spring. If I google the phrase "looking for spring", it comes up with over 70,000,000 references. That’s a lot of people searching.
April in Paris, chestnuts in blossom,
Holiday tables under the trees.
April in Paris, this is a feeling
No one can ever reprise.
(Harburg & Duke)
Except that we’re going into March. And no one ever wrote a song called "March in Paris." That could be because the average March temperature is between 45 and 50 degrees F, and "sudden showers, sometimes with hail can occur between January and April – notoriously in March." (DK Paris Guide) A little ice in your café as you sit huddled under an awning?
But the restless take it all in stride—and seek out the next adventure…
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People wish to be settled: only as far as they are unsettled is there any hope for them.
– Ralph Waldo Emerson
Restlessness and discontent are the first necessities of progress.
– Thomas Alva Edison
The truth is that our finest moments are most likely to occur when we are feeling deeply uncomfortable, unhappy, or unfulfilled. For it is only in such moments, propelled by our discomfort, that we are likely to step out of our ruts and start searching for different ways or truer answers.
– M Scott Peck