I’ve read that a very effective torture technique is to subject the victim to prolonged stress, then hold out the prospect of a respite – at last! – and then pull the proverbial rug out from under him. The resultant psychological kick in the balls – especially when repeated – is more damaging than beating a guy with truncheons, since that’s purely physical punishment. Mind torture reaches deeper, into the soul. Crushes the spirit.
That is my preface to the hideous prospect of 22 degrees tomorrow night.
I had thought it was over. The winter. Which seemed to have had no beginning – and no end. Well, I was right about that.
It hasn’t ended.
Mid-April in the South and it’s going to be 10 degrees below zero tomorrow night. This will snuff the life out of all the just-budding flowers that had hinted so happily at warmer days, the end of almost five months of “polar vortexes” . . . .
The three koi that survived (out of 17) may not make it. The shock to their system may be too much. It was 74 yesterday.
Maybe the poles are shifting.
All I know for sure is that my mind is reeling.
There must be some kind of way out of here…