Mother Earth, Father Sky, Great Spirit, you are having your fun with us again. “Normal” you laugh, “What normal? We don’t need no stinkin’ normal?” So it rains buckets for days where it never rains in Southern California while the frozen tundra of Wisconsin soaks up 60 degree high temps. Thank you for the chance to wander naked in the February sun. Mother your ground is still cold asleep while Father’s rays warm my body and the Great Spirit swirls it all between hot and cold breezes. Thanks for the treat.