The February fade

Imagining summer in February
is like seeing the horizon just above the hill.
The February cold dissolves and the heat begins to appear.
Rhe cold temperatures of March and April are rare.
The cold begins to tire
and the desire to be able to go out without stuffing
yourself with clothes is more and more alive.

A winter is always tiring but summer? Seldom have I felt summers weary and those few times they were like short thunderstorms. Everything gets boring when it gets ordinary but summer is never ordinary. But sometimes I prefer to have ordinary memories than to experience an extraordinary summer. Memories are often the trap of our time between the expectations of our future and our nostalgia of our past.

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