7 March 2013
[a weird bedtime story or something]
I stand in the crossroads. I stare at the sky and see - its another half is Winter's and the other is Spring's. I see massive, gloriously dark grey clouds, that keep throwing some icy cold mess on us. The clouds don't have a silver lining.
But they do have a lining, a lining made by Spring. The lining shines and shines, and it is pink; pink like the cherry blossoms or pink like a cute baby's cheecks. "Somehow so typical of you, Spring", I think to myself as I keep staring, "You always give us a perfect foretaste of Summer, but you do it all with too much modesty."
Winter wants to interrupt my cherry blossom -viewing. He lifts up some cold white dust from the rooftops, lets it spin around in the air for a while and finally blows it all against my face.
"Are you worried about your upcoming loss off power, Mr. Winter?" I ask him. There I stand, with no gloves since I'm about to welcome Ms. Spring, but with a hood on my head thanks to desperate Mr. Winter.
My fingers are deepfrozen. But I don't want to move... No - I can't move. I want to be here, I need to be here to wittness the fight of Winter and Spring. I really have to, because no one else cares about them.
Spring has sent us her best singing birds. Here I stand and hope that Winter doesn't freeze them to death, which is very much like something he would do. He would then sell Spring's birds to some businessman. Then the following Winter you'd find "Instant Singing Birds - Just Melt In Microwave™" from every possible supermarket.
As I keep imagining melting a cuckoo in my microwave like a readymade food, I notice something has made my fingers melt. I return to reality from my thoughts to find that a dog is licking my frozen fingers like its owner, a young boy, would lick a lolly. "So are you one of Spring's employees?" I ask the dog. "No he's not, he works for me. His name is Anti-ClimateChange, Acc for short, and my name's The Future", clears up the kid in the other end of the leash. I ignore the kid and ask the dog: "So what do you think of this weather?" And the dog replies: "Well, it's all our fault so I can't complain. Let's just hope for more grey clouds, I like licking people's frozen hands you know?"
I decide to leave the crossroad and go home. Once I get home and look outside - it's all dark and grey, snow falling from the magnificent clouds. And a little boy's dog is drooling over many other hands and people are photographing cherry trees in Japan and someone takes a bird from their freezer and melts it but they don't let it sing this time, they just eat it.
Winter vs. Spring • Opuss № I