Earlier today, I saw a bluebird in the sky. But it seems to have flown away when the white horses stride in and the campfire of ashen snow starts to close everyone in. It's a bit colder today than yesterday. May I curse the bluebird for that?
The great Canadian pastime, discussing the weather!
The sun is trying to burn through the cloud layer here. It'll eventually get up to perfect shorts weather... before we're back to jeans weather for tomorrow.
Moisture hangs in the air, and clings to you whenever you venture outside, daring your clothes to defy its watery command. But the air is cool and pleasant. Except with the sun hiding and slipping down the twilight slope, the air will soon sap the warmth from your body, while the sky will rob you of sight. Yet, I await the darkness and chill: both are welcome blessings, a balm to a day full of stabbing and mayhem.
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