The cherry blossoms bloomed today--what, four months early?--fooled into spring in the middle of November by the uncharacteristic circumstances of a too-gorgeous day. I saw buds on the huge magnolia tree outside my window. My horticulturist friends tell me this is bad for the trees--to be shocked into new life only to meet the imminent coming freeze.
I can't help empathizing--I am just now waking up to the semester, only to find everyone closing up shop.

Live by uncharateristic circumstances, and march boldly into the coming freeze.