though there was hail last night somehow i was still surprised and unprepared for the bleak cold this morning walk around the wet grass in my blue toe shoes and shorts. mister looked at me quizzically, as we always walk as the crow flies, eschewing paths. 
there is some kind of lesson in this, a dark one. i read about it in a short history of progress. many other civilizations have been surprised and unprepared for the inevitable devastation they experienced as they destroyed the nature all their hubris depended on. perhaps that's too grand a segue, hmm, but my feelings are more associative than rational.