A Piece of My Mind Section Editor: Roxanne K. Young, Associate Senior Editor.
There are two main seasons in Phoenix: summer and winter. Our fall and spring are bypassed for long stretches of sameness. Maybe there's a hint of spring in March, when a frail rain falls, casting a silver net over the neighborhood. Then the sky clears and the flowers smell like baby lotion until the aroma is suffocated in blazing heat. These are our seasons.
Nursing also has its own seasons. They follow no direct weather pattern and occur as suddenly as a hurricane or an earthquake, without much warning. There are brief periods of calm with little activity, just the daily comings and goings of patients—the ones who recover without much pain, without any scars.
Terry J. Ratner. The Changing of the Seasons. JAMA. 2010;303(6):493–494. doi:10.1001/jama.2010.84