STORM TRACK: March 31, 1980 (Volume 3 Issue 3)

Storm season 1980 is upon us. The grass is greening, buds are opening and chasers turn to the south wind. The annual alchemy begins its subtle transformation. Mild, breezy days and a certain quickness -a special alertness- returns. Surprised, we look up and a small cumulus appears, then two, then three -different from the gray, slate, formless clouds of winter. We turn, and turn again, and -unnoticed by all but a few these first glimmerings of what will come -innocently, unpretentiously- drift by. Yes, there will be more cold days and snow here and there. But a corner has been turned. A mind has just shed itself of winter's scruffy grip, and the spirit readies to soar. All the while the warm front cirrus quietly traces itself across the sky, and we await that which lies beyond -approaching, gathering, darkening .