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It's almost spring. How does the weather or change in seasons affect your mood?
Don't ask. Just don't ask. Look at Sandro Botticelli's painting, or something. Primavera... Well. I used to like it, yes. A time to cast off the shackles of winter, ride out again, a good time to throw open the windows, air out the rooms, bring out the best silver - like a widow who, after her time of mourning, is no longer expected to dine off maiolica. Or as Lucretius wrote,
Spring-time and Venus come,
And Venus' boy, the winged harbinger, steps on before,
And hard on Zephyr's foot-prints Mother Flora,
Sprinkling the ways before them, filleth all
With colours and with odours excellent.
As for my mood... it's known to have been better. But then the green of Flora's robes stands for hope, too; I will simply have to learn to cling to them.
Don't ask. Just don't ask. Look at Sandro Botticelli's painting, or something. Primavera... Well. I used to like it, yes. A time to cast off the shackles of winter, ride out again, a good time to throw open the windows, air out the rooms, bring out the best silver - like a widow who, after her time of mourning, is no longer expected to dine off maiolica. Or as Lucretius wrote,
Spring-time and Venus come,
And Venus' boy, the winged harbinger, steps on before,
And hard on Zephyr's foot-prints Mother Flora,
Sprinkling the ways before them, filleth all
With colours and with odours excellent.
As for my mood... it's known to have been better. But then the green of Flora's robes stands for hope, too; I will simply have to learn to cling to them.
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