the fresh perspective...
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A poem
The sun was warm but the wind was chill. You know how it is with an April day When the sun is out and the wind is still, You're one month on in the middle of May. But if you so much as dare to speak, A cloud comes over the sunlit arch, A wind comes off a frozen peak, And you're two months back in the middle of March.
Robert Frost (1874–1963) Two Tramps in Mud Time (1936)
The weather has got me down. I'm not sure if the end is even near... March, be good to us...
That's the fresh perspective...