As I looked out of my study window I am confronted by trees being blown violently by the cold breeze which I might have expected in the Autumn or Fall, but not on the first day of June 2015. Yes, it is the case that we have had heavy snow in mid-June in the past, but that was over 50 years ago, which is time enough for the older folks to only vaguely recall, and for the younger folks to have false memory syndrome of; probably having heard the older folks telling them repeatedly that they do not know what a bad Winter really is.
I turned again and looked through my window and behold the grey skies from which the showers are falling, causing the winds to blow it on my window to form little beads of water. And, I ask myself, is it not meant to be summer? As I watched the dark consuming the light of day I am reminded of my good fortune that I am in a warm house with food to eat unlike so many others be they the thousands who are challenging the Meditteranean Sea from North Africa to the 'promise land' of Europe, and I am grateful for my good fortune.
An unseasonable 1st June 2015 is not, after all, bad at all.
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