Of course, it’s still cold and wet in Dublin …
and the wind is fierce …
But still …
And any excuse to play this is welcome …
Or read this …
A light exists in spring
Not present on the year
At any other period.
When March is scarcely hereA color stands abroad
On solitary hills
That science cannot overtake,
But human nature feels.It waits upon the lawn;
It shows the furthest tree
Upon the furthest slope we know;
It almost speaks to me.Then, as horizons step,
Or noons report away,
Without the formula of sound,
It passes, and we stay:A quality of loss
Affecting our content,
As trade had suddenly encroached
Upon a sacrament.Emily Dickinson
Or this …
Spring is like a perhaps hand(which comes carefully
out of Nowhere)arranging
a window,into which people look(while
people stare
arranging and changing placing
carefully there a strange
thing and a known thing here)andchanging everything carefully
spring is like a perhaps
Hand in a window
(carefully to
and fro moving New and
Old things,while
people stare carefully
moving a perhaps
fraction of flower here placing
an inch of air there)andwithout breaking anything.
e.e. cummings
Besides, it could be worse …
You could be in the southern hemisphere …
It’s autumn there … which means that soon …
Not just Dublin. Ten hours of torrential rain here in Norfolk yesterday. Sun peeking out today, but I remain unconvinced!
Best wishes, Pete.
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I’d take cold and wet over freezing and snowy!
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