The grass is always…

They come thick and fast now, these dreams of summer, crowding one atop another so that I find myself daily waking up to this glorious, sun-drenched simulacrum of warm days, and bemoaning the final weeks of a winter I am not likely to enjoy again… at least not for years to come.

For the first in over five years of living away from the parched paradise of the southern Pacific I am wont to call home, the winter has been beautiful. So little of the typical Edinburgh gloom, drizzle, and Baltic winds. Instead there’s been snow, three-inch thick ice on the pavements, blue skies, and a relative lack of hangovers. The first winter here that I have been in love with… to a point… which, apparently, I have just come to.

But the grass, as they say, is always greener ain’t it?

Unless, of course, it’s in the middle of the Aussie summer I am dying for… in which case it’s dead and brown…


~ by Gethin A. Lynes on March 4th, 2010.

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