The weather's been extremely mild here. February, the normally treacherous thing, was a study in temperance. The temperatures stayed over the freezing mark and averaged early spring numbers. People insisted on the tables being brought out into the market place and they've been using them. The Stadtfuehrer reminded me of the lines from Faust about the Easter walk and compared it to our present situation.
If the Sun shines in the Winter, the people of Herford consider it a good enough occasion to sit outside and eat an ice cream.
That anecdote, and a cold that's lingered for weeks are all I've got to say for Winter this year. There's just about enough material for a Haiku, but it wouldn't be very good.
Winter's flat
the grey reflected by the Winter Sun
ice cream is good.....
While I sit around the cafes reading and drinking coffee, Russians march into the Crimea, Ukrainians man the barricades, and everyone else beats their drum, hoping to drown out the possibility of yet another clash of ideologies to be paid for with human blood. Where have all the flowers gone?
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