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Spring, Spring, Come to Me!
My favourite season is autumn, for the drama of winds and colours, but right now I do so appreciate spring. And while we sorely long for it, there are certain tell-tale signs: I can feel the sun on my skin again; It does not only bathe everything in a peculiar, cold light, but warms. Tiny spots of dry asphalt are appearing downtown.
Just to spite us, we had another 30-40 centimetres of snow over the past few days. Quite the snowstorm, and now it's -20 (celcius). I think I'll just hibernate in front of the fireplace, with red wine and a narratology textbook until the winter decides it is quite through with us.
And as for savouring Point Omega? Don't bother. I suspect there was an interesting, well-written, thought-provoking novel somewhere in there, but it is not this.
Just to spite us, we had another 30-40 centimetres of snow over the past few days. Quite the snowstorm, and now it's -20 (celcius). I think I'll just hibernate in front of the fireplace, with red wine and a narratology textbook until the winter decides it is quite through with us.
And as for savouring Point Omega? Don't bother. I suspect there was an interesting, well-written, thought-provoking novel somewhere in there, but it is not this.