Living in Hokkaido now for over two years and therefore two winters, I am accustomed to the fact that spring does not exist here.Not to say that it ever did in the U.K., where the weather lazily dipped into different atmospheric conditions so we get a general "feel" of spring, or any other of the four seasons, as it gets "mildly warmer" or we get a "small sprinkle of snow". Otherwise it's just "showers and clouds", as our friendly weather lady back home would say, all over the damn country.
Though I may have worded it unfairly to say that spring doesn't "exist". It does, it is just different to your accustomed image of spring which was foolishly hammered into our brains by our fairytale picture books at school. Of the past two winters-to-spring phenomenons that I have experienced, in March, the remaining raids of snow continue to glare at us from the pavements and around most buildings, and we begin to get peeks of our missed friend - Mister Road (or asphalt, whichever one deems fit). This year, things were looking up as we had bright spells (I'm still in weather girl mode) and wider roads thanks to the cha-lump-a-lumps that had been cleared away and I was also beginning to feel a spring in my step myself (bad joke) as I began the gradual change to a warmer wardrobe change, though my hopes were crushed as it actually snowed. SNOWED. Less sunlight and slight drops in temperature so that the snow took a little longer to melt I could have compromised for, but to actually have more of the dreaded white stuff from the sky to add the mounds that we already have? Crushed. My hopes. Of spring. { insert unsuitable word of offence to describe my disappointment and anger here }
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