Early spring. This morning the frost was biting my cheeks, but the sun was blinding. I was strolling on the streets of my town with my headphones on, listening to some lively remixes of Brazilian music (what else lately...). A kid was carrying a pizza box on which was written: Old Times. "Alright" I said to myself, "wrap them in a pizza box and throw them away. Make space for the new".
The town is filled with lovely snowdrops and March amulets for sale. It is amazing, still I mourn a lost white season...
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Do not mourn yet, seasons are not what they used to anymore; who knows what heavy snow tommorow might bring?!?! Especially if your mourning it's strong enough to impress heaven (and I'm sure you can ;))
I do not want snows in May, I want snows in January. If not from December to February.