the way the weather

…lodges itself in my memory as if it’s a person, is beyond me. I’m reminiscent today of cold days in Slovakia, of travels to and fro, of Barcelona in March, the promise of spring, in the stillness of winter. Today’s weather is like that. With snow flurries, and cold air, sunshine, and freshness. There’s something there. A new season is coming. The hope of new life is almost here.

Oh February, you have made your mark.