Sometimes

In practicing law, you can toodle along trying to gather up fees wherever you may, like the flowers of Spring. In this regard, the business of the law is like any other vocation you might try. However, sometimes, in representing your clients, you become face to face with the inadequacies of your position and wonder, again, how you can possibly be creative and wrest victory from the leavings on the barroom floor.

It is at these times, when the darkness of the coming night falls faster on your head and you lose your sense of the possibility of the day. Your feeling of immortality is lost and you wonder if there is enough time and enough shovel with which to dig your way out of the hole in which you now find yourself.

On a fine February day in Middle Georgia, you sit and contemplate the fact that despite your fears and pessimism, you still find yourself with more daylight coming at you at the end of the day. You find that the day is not so cold and bitter and the nights not so chilly. You catch a glimpse of Spring through the sight of a sweet, yellow crocus pushing its delicate head up from the loam. You feel, not immortal, but privy to some gifts which might hold you in your stead.

And the coming of another year is not so dreary that you lose the rising and falling of your heart in your chest. No, your heart is still beating and the impulses continue to run through your brain. And its simply not that bad.

Sometimes.

And sometimes you are grateful. Rightfully so.