So here comes February. A causerie with some personal reflections.
FebruaryFebruary, why do you make me so disappointed each year, when such potent powers are at your disposal? Could it be that your presence among us is a bit shorter than for your kinsfolk? No, it all has to do with how you tend your crafts. Allow me to say that they are a bit unevenly distributed. As I ski down the slope or criss-cross upwards the cross-country ski-track, if not fully engaged somewhere else, would you miss the opportunity to blow a cold wind in my face, or to let my ski slip on an icy spot? Of course not!
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