Over the Hill on the Yellow Brick Road it suddenly started snowing! And then…just as suddenly, it stopped and the sun came out. I continued strolling through a park and passed a mound of snow. I smiled and nodded to it.
Weird weather, right snow?
SNOW MOUND: Easy for you to say!!
What do you mean? The air is crisp. It’s a nice day for a walk. The sun is shining brightly and—
SNOW MOUND: The sun is evil! The sun is cruel! Look what it’s doing to me!
Oh. I’m so sorry. I wasn’t thinking. That was so insensitive—
SNOW MOUND: I don’t have the luxury to go for a walk! Or anywhere else! The sun is overtaking my entire being. I don’t know how long I’ll be here! Or what tomorrow will be like!
I don’t know what to say.
SNOW MOUND: I hear people around me yapping about being empty nesters or dealing with age discrimination or turning gray. They should just be grateful!
SNOW MOUND: Why is the sun attacking me? Why isn’t this happening to you?
Uh—it’s not happening to me at this moment. But maybe someday—
SNOW MOUND: I’m so angry!!!!! I’m angry at everything and everybody who has a life! Look at me! I’m shriveling! I’m not “me” anymore! My white curves are turning into a colorless puddle!
Maybe in some strange way the sun is doing its job. There are cycles all around us. Maybe this is part of one. We just don’t recognize it.
SNOW MOUND: I don’t have the strength to fight anymore…It’s too much of a struggle…
How can I help? I want to help!!!!
Moments later, the snow mound was gone. All that was left was its puddle. But struggling to come up where the mound of snow used to be…was a flower.