Don't worry yourself

It snowed. 31 of March and it snowed.
The crocuses had bloomed. I had gone to sunnier places with just a thin leather jacket.
It had become seasonally warm (or what goes for warm in this cold place).
Now this. Still wearing your wintercoat in April is not ok. Really, I cannot handle this drabness much longer. Before, I had complained about the weather being too hot, about the sweat underneath my legs making them stick to leathery surfaces when sitting down, about fearing sunburn and being swallowed by the heat at all times. Now I long for any true heat, not this manufactured air coming from the heater under my window. I want to swelter.

In the meantime, a little Fink goes a long way.

All of us

Sometimes I hear a song on the radio, and in that moment I tell myself to remember some of the lyrics or to catch the name and artist after the song, but often I get distracted and forget and then the song is lost. Luckily this one by Fink proved unforgettable, and by coincidence my friend Berdene mentioned the song a day later, saying she had also heard it on the radio. Great minds.
 

Here is another link to just the song.