It has been unseasonably warm here in Columbus. Today the temperature reached the 60s and it was delightful to walk around outside without a heavy coat.
As a result, for the first time in weeks we’ve seen grass that has a slight green cast. Even though it is still mid-February, and the rational mind knows that we still have many days of cold weather ahead of us, it is hard not to dream of spring.
When the weather turns like this, there always has to be some stubborn snow that is the last to melt. In our cul-de-sac, the holdout snow is huddled against the berm of the center island, lingering unwanted like the guest who wouldn’t leave. It is, of course, disgusting — grey and grimy, shot through with leaves and pebbles and salt residue. We can only hope that the warmer temperatures last long enough to get rid of it entirely.
It is not clear yet how big, or how powerful, this wave of protest against undemocratic regimes will be. Waves are unpredictable. Sometimes waves that look enormous peter out, and waves also can be indiscriminate in their destructive force. In a year, we could see a Middle East that looks pretty much the same as it does right now, or we could see an area filled with many new governments. And if that is the result, who knows whether the governments will support peace with Israel and be favorably inclined to America, or whether we will see more governments predicated on intolerant religious fundamentalism, or whether we will see something else entirely? In America, and in Israel, we watch with anticipation and dread as the wave rolls on.