change in patterns: nothing remains the same

               woke up this morning to a somewhat sunny day knowing that looking into the weather on the weather channel seemed a bit absurd in seeing the day looked beautiful. spring has a pattern, a but wild and unpredictable,but nevertheless, a pattern underlines the actions of the weather...which reminds me of my life that i lead, a little wild at points, visciously frustrating at other points...which seem to stumble on me at the wrong and worst of times, funny and stupid on a good day...how ever often those may be, which isnt often enough, and then there are those days that the worst thing ive done was waking up not knowing what was about to bite me, but these days often reoccur in a...pattern. for instance a monday tends to make me wish i hadnt woken up, but then later on during the day it turns out to be either viciously frustrating or hilarious, and whichever it may be, it always reoccurs in a pattern that shape my days into weeks and those miserably frustratingly funny weeks into years, and those years, without regret, are added on to my life. but the pattern changes, nothing stays the same for too long, oh yes there will always be a pattern, but not the same pattern as a week ago, or weeks before, there are always different tracks to be left in the soil upon which i walk, that track maybe smaller than the last, or larger or wider, but those tracks are, without fail, are traced back to a familiar...yet different pattern. once again my patterns mimic the patterns of the springtime weather, i woke up this morning do a great sunny day looking out to the horizon not seeing a single cloud, but then a sudden change, due to pattern, a dark line rolls through, almost blackening out the sky, then a brutal...yet ultimately short storm errupted, like my life, things start out one way, and then shift to the next point of the pattern and then dies out, waiting for another day.