Not real ones. It is colder, and there will be snow, but we haven't seen any yet.
But I kept thinking of one of Peter Altenberg's postcard poems, the one sung in the first of Berg's wonderful but rarely performed Altenberg-Lieder:
Seele, wie bist du schöner, tiefer, nach Schneestürmen.
Auch du hast sie, gleich der Natur.
Und über beiden liegt noch ein trüber Hauch, eh das Gewölk sich verzog!
Hmm, don't much like the translation in the CD notes – let me try; these texts should be short and neat:
Soul, you are more beautiful, deeper, after snowstorms.
And you have them, just like nature.
And over both a breath of mist, till the clouds blow away.
Good days, bad days. They told us in those 1980s seminars that, if we really lived our lives, they would be like roller coasters – good things would happen but also bad ones.
Sometimes I think I'm just not very good at life – it goes too fast. A good excuse, though: this is what other people are for, aren't they? – which is why you should have someone to come home to, someone who says, so how was your day?
But I'm not doing too badly. Life keeps happening....
[Painting by Turner.]
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