The Spring Migration

It's here! It's here! It's here!

Spring has sprung. The spring equinox, the time to sow seeds, change the oil in lawnmowers, and pick-up all the sticks that the trees dropped in your yard. It's also time for most northern people to go insane. Then they migrate, like birds.
I was living in the land of mice and swamps, when one particular jaunt to the coast trapped me for 5 solar years. I was trying to be cool, blend in with the locals, by driving my vehicle on the sand. It got stuck, and it took me five years to get away. Sadly enough I went back several years later, but then I only got stuck for two years.
Anyhow, I got to watch a lot of habitual things that humans do that remain me how little they have evolved. Like the annual migrations.
For whatever reason millions of humans choose to live in the cold. It is a they are not happy unless they are suffering syndrome. I have had very friendly conversations with many homeless people over the years, and the ones the habit northern territories all migrate in the fall. The people with homes choose to do it in the spring. Only by that time their brains being completely out of sinc with natural biological rhythms causes the home owners to go completely batty!
When it turns spring the female of the species seemingly go into a frenzied mating cycle. They rush down to the warmer climates and take off all their clothing for a two week ritual of inhabitable debauchery. The northern males never have a chance against the local populations of male counter parts. For what ever reason they never realize when the females migrate south, and then by the time they figure it out they rush down also only, the local males have already satisfied the intense female urges to mate.
These sad encounters i have witnessed only conform to my conclusions of total weirdness. The females having had hibernated for so long in the cold that once the sunlight hits their bodies they take off their clothes for their entire time in the south. Day, night it doesn't matter. The males who usually never noticed the differences between men and women of the species are awe struck. Frenzied and fanatical to the point that only alcohol can treat their insanity. One time a group of young wolverines decided that the best way to attract young females had something to do with the water in the hotel pool. They rationalized that if they could soak up all the pool water then females would come to them. So they broke into the storage closets and started throwing toilet paper into the the pool. After 15,000 rolls of toilet paper all the pool water was soaked up. It only attracted the fire department. They stayed for about 20 minutes then left the hotel to clean up and add more water to the pool.
When other attempts fail to attract females, males will through mattresses outside hotel windows in hopes that a bed closer to the females will get them into it. When this fails they spend all their money paying parking fines from illegally parks cars, then go home.
What they don't know is the local males play music. During the day reggae music, by night it is a mixture of Latin salsa, and techno hip-hop. This gets the naked females into gyrating movements and that solves every body's concerns prior to the migration of the northern males. By then the females only respond to this form of courtship.
All this can be avoided if people were closer to the more natural counterparts. Most migratory animals know to migrate before it gets too cold.
Spring to me is about balance, and moderation. Equal amounts of sun, and moon, light and dark. A time to look for daffodils and planning the coming years garden. Going outside for longer strolls near the evening. Yet, then again, I don't go without listening to reggae music all winter long.

Bumba Dee DA,... Happy Trails!