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title = "Here’s to the twilight times"
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date = "2018-03-20"
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Many people love the summer. It’s heat and relaxation.
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I’m not one of them. The heat melts my brain thoroughly. I find myself unable to think, let alone do. Which is all well and good on holiday, but otherwise a pain. And *dear* *god* the hayfever from all of these goddamn plants. Cluttering up the place looking pretty and producing lifegiving oxygen…how dare they!
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Some people love winter. Crisp cold, and crisper snow.
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I’m not one of them. As someone who is not a patient traveller — if I have a destination in mind I like to be there quickly[1] — snow is irritating to infuriating. Plus it stops me from getting astride my motorcycle, and anything that does that *cannot* be good.
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And the cold. The cold seeps into my bones and I feel like I’m never warm all winter long.[2]
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So sod summer. And sod winter.
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Here’s to the twilight times. The springs, and the autumns.
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Spring is the thawing of the world. Fields of green rising from the frozen waste, phoenix-like.
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Autumn is the herald of winter. And herald it does, with sharp fireblossom colours of dying leaves that so sharply contrast the bleak white snows to come.
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Unlike Winter and Summer, Spring and Autumn have more in common than not. They are the blurred lines. A fading transition drawn out over months. Between Cold Dark and Bright Fire.
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Best of all, they don’t overstay their welcome.
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[1] If I don’t, that’s another matter entirely. Not all who wander are lost.
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[2] This may have something to do with having not heating at home for the past several years. Why? Because it isn’t quite cold enough for it to really *need[3] *to be fixed. Certainly cold enough to make me damn grumpy, though!
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[3] Need as in…if you don’t fix it you’re going to actually *freeze*
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