Hi weby,
For every thing there is a season.
It feels a bit like springtime in Waveland after a very long, cold winter. There's a bucolic buzz of business in the air. The trust snowdrops are down in the meadow at last and the digital daffodils are beginning to emerge from their bulbs into the first patches of cybersunshine.
Those in doubt will shout louder of course. They will want to magnify the certainty of the snow to conceal their misgivings. But that is all part of the seasonal transition, I suppose.
"Oh, give us pleasure in the flowers to-day;
And give us not to think so far away
As the uncertain harvest; keep us here
All simply in the springing of the year."
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