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Blue sky, blue snowstorm

Sunday, 16 December, 2012 0 Comments

“It snowed all week. Wheels and footsteps moved soundlessly on the street, as if the business of living continued secretly behind a pale but impenetrable curtain. In the falling quiet there was no sky or earth, only snow lifting in the wind, frosting the window glass, chilling the rooms, deadening and hushing the city. At […]

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October tree outside window

Sunday, 28 October, 2012 0 Comments

“The first fall of snow is not only an event, it is a magical event. You go to bed in one kind of a world and wake up in another quite different, and if this is not enchantment then where is it to be found?” J. B. Priestley

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“In response to the heat, residents sheltered in forests or near waterfall.”

Thursday, 3 May, 2012

It’s hot in Vietnam. No, make that unbearably hot. Here’s what happens when the temperature reaches 43C: “In Hanoi, a great number of people rushed to supermarkets, cinemas, indoor recreation centres, and green parks to avoid the hot weather. The hypermarket Big C Thang Long was packed with visitors from 9 am. The ‘escapees’ included […]

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Saturday, 28 April, 2012

It’s very hot and humid here. One visitor remarked that this is a city dominated by motorbikes, all of which seem to be making a mad dash for something just out of reach — all the time.

Power is the ability to turn water molecules into ice

Sunday, 5 February, 2012

His breath was ice

“Outside the window, there slides past that unimaginable and deserted vastness where night is coming on, the sun declining in ghastly blood-streaked splendour like a public execution across, it would seem, half a continent, where live only bears and shooting stars and the wolves who lap congealing ice from water that holds within it the entire sky. All white with snow as if under dustsheets, as if laid away eternally as soon as brought back from the shop, never to be used or touched. Horrors! And, as on a cyclorama, this unnatural spectacle rolls past at twenty-odd miles an hour in a tidy frame of lace curtains only a little the worse for soot and drapes of a heavy velvet of dark, dusty blue.” Angela Carter, Nights at the Circus

Seldom is Friday all the weeke like

Friday, 20 January, 2012

Friday is not like any other day, said Geoffrey Chaucer in his Canterbury Tales. In “The Knight’s Tale” section, which deals with the ups and downs of a threesome involving Palamon, Arcite and Emily, the narrator compares the lovesick moodiness of the protagonists to the changeability of the weather on a Friday, a day famous for its meteorological tantrums:

“Now up, now down, as bucket in a well
Right as the Friday, soothly for to tell
Now shineth it, and now it raineth fast
Right so can geary Venus overcast
The heartes of her folk, right as her day
Is gearful, right so changeth she array
Seldom is Friday all the weeke like.”

And it’s true. Outside the window, it raineth fast.