Stuck in the middle, confused.

Sunshine to the left of me, hail stones on the right, here I am stuck in the middle confused. Strange day indeed, though one of the joys of periods of seasonal transition are strange days, when weather wise anything can happen. I sat breathing in the forest under a favourite Oak on the edge of Red Rise Shade, in front of me an expanse of heathland stretching up to Rock Hills and Spy Holms, glorious sunshine warming my face, I'm lost in the sounds of the forest. When suddenly hail begins to fall, though the sun still shone warmly, and for a while both states continued in unison. It was quite an strange sensation, two diametrically opposed weather types simultaneously doing their things, magical.  A take on, 'a foxes riddle and a monkey's dance', something my mum used to say, when it rained whilst the sun shone. Seeing how things were going, we moved off back down towards the brook and the less exposed stands of Burley Old. As we hurried, the sky slowly darkened and the hail intensified until it dominated, and the sun, sensing the futility of struggling, retreated. Intense would describe the rate of fall, ans although the downpour was relatively short lived, by the time the hail had stopped the ground was carpeted in small icy balls. It's never dull walking in the forest. Elements of spring, hail and welcome.