is your life story about you, cuz i just can't relate

"they" and we say we have ridiculous weather in michigan, and that's entirely true, we do. the balance abound we've had this year with cold-cold days blanketed in sun [not snow, the snow can't seem to stick around past 11am], something feels pretty right on about it. life's like that too; always balancing, cancelling itself out. white/grey-stark, disenchanted, lonely days rise like the light end of a teeter-totter at the sound of good news: a near-implausibility, something to shout about, something written in all caps. and daffodils i think are my favorite flower, at least when they're in season as they are now. i love them fresh, in bloom, that clean, milky yellow hue; and still, when dead, mustard-hued, yellow-brown, stagnant and dry-frozen, they're still gorgeous. like shrunken pillars, fossils, staves; some proud memory of living. you know, i often say that i'm saving everyone, but really i'm doing a dreadful job.