EN (English)Futhorc
Hægl is hail in the Old English poem: the whitest of grains, whirled down from heaven's air and rolled about by showers of wind. Then the stanza adds the clause the Norse poems leave out. Afterwards it turns to water. This week something lands from outside from an angle you were not watching and it will not ask whether the timing suits you. The poem's wind tosses the hail sideways as well as down, so the disruption may move around before it settles. Do not chase it. Deal with what it actually breaks, write down what it costs, and wait before deciding what it means. By the end of the week much of it is likely to have turned to water, and whatever is still on the ground is the only part that needs a plan.
