There are good and bad things about spring. On the good side there are flowers and sunshine and a little more warmth generally. Personally there is also the triumphant feeling that I have survived winter with only a small amount of post-traumatic stress. I hate winter and I love summer. If I had the money I would probably swap hemispheres every six months and forget the strange appearance my toes take when I've forgotten to wear socks and then forgotten that my feet are cold because I can't feel them anymore and they look a bit dead and lifeless, actually.
So spring is good because spring means the end of winter, but it's also bad because winter isn't going to let go without a fight. Here in weather-schizophrenic Melbourne, winter puts up quite a valiant show, occasionally overpowering the blue skies with violent downpours, turning nice romantic walks in a sunny park into... well, icy romantic walks in a cold, wet and rainy park. (see that pun? I kind of did that by accident and then laughed when I noticed, so it's staying there and I'm sorry) This happened the other day and my boyfriend made a tent out of his own body to protect me from the rain. It worked surprisingly well; I didn't even notice how badly it was raining till I touched his drenched back. But what better season than spring for chivalry?
Another reason to dislike spring is hayfever. It's not a problem if you don't get allergies, but I do. Every itchy-rashy-sneezy one there is. I spend every spring in a haze of watery eyes and conversations interrupted by sneezes. My mum says I look like kitten left out in the rain when I have a cold or something similar, but I think she's being nice, that's a far too picturesque image to use.
I watched an episode of Inspector Rex once (I used to watch it every week before he went to Rome and it just wasn't the same...) Where Moser met a charming young lady who sneezed when she got excited. At least that's what the subtitles said, they were speaking in german so maybe she said something a lot more saucy and the translators were having a joke on us poor Inspector Rex viewers. I hope not, because I sneeze when I get excited too, but I think it's mainly coincidence.
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