As the temperature guage flies around like a crazy person (yesterday was cold, rainy and windy in the morning but then perfectly sunny in the afternoon - a trend that today has followed), I thought it'd be good to share some thoughts on Winter that highlight the emphasis people (me DEFINITELY included) give the weather here:
"When the thermometer bottoms out, I remember, again, that winter isn't a season, it's a place. Just over the hill is the 19th century, and somewhere beyond the river lies the 18th. Why winter should seem so much more continuous with the past than summer does is never clear to me. But this morning it's 3 degrees, and I can hear Melville, a few miles north of where I am, writing to his sister: "The weather here has been as cold as ever. Other than the weather I know not what to write about from Pittsfield.""
Courtesy of Verlyn Klinkenborg for the IHT. The full article is here.
2 comments:
Very poetic. I like it. I forgot that the seasons change one month later in Paris - I thought you'd be into Spring by now.
Sydney's weather has been almost as erratic the past few weeks.
Thanks for maintaining your blog James. I look forward to reading it and check every day to see what new insight awaits me. I appreciate especially the personal stuff re you parisian adventures but also am interested in the other bits and pieces relective of your thinking. You must have time on your hands to be able to search the web for such wisdom.
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