Confusion rains down on Halcyon Pond.
Winter is a weak sovereign this year, refusing to take the reins. Summer roars back to fill the power vacuum. With thunder lightening torrential rain, it rips through the barren landscape.
It is the season for quiet, for hibernation and reflection. But none of us can rest if Winter will not reign.
The peepers sing tentatively, wondering why they are awake. Buds swell. All nature is creeping out wondering, “Is it time?” All is in danger, threatened by this fickle king, Winter.