As this season emerges into it's place on the calendar, breaking through the crusty deadness of the remnants of winter, the flaky old skin of the earth reveals itself in the form of pollen. Pollen is yellow and yellow is the color I dislike the most. But if pollen was blue, I'd still hate it just as much.
It amazes me how much this yellow powdery substance can control so much of my life. I'm in a constant state of fog and haze while the vise on my head gets tighter and tighter.
Are you feeling my pain yet?
