On waking, I saw through the Venetian blinds a bird on a tree and thought "Spring is coming. It is.”
I made breakfast and set the remaining clocks forward. I ate the food, washed up the plates and went to the front room. I noticed myself staring longingly at a large pile of grey, frozen snow out the window. There are few exercises more pointless than trying to detect snow melting.
Then I looked at photographs of Selma, Alabama and the Edmund Pettus Bridge, March 7, 1965.
They did absolutely change a nation.
Then I thought, when do liberals become conservative? When they too live in the past.