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THE NEWSLETTER THAT SAYS GOODBYE TO SPRING
Spring is off to business.
D-3. So. I told you. Spring slipped away quietly, leaving us orphans of its gentleness and its blue sky that we have never seen. Because let's face it, he was a big jerk this spring, wasn't he ? And for what objective reason ? None, obviously. We didn't do anything to him ? On the contrary, we opened our arms, offered our best smiles, our greatest hopes. When I think that during the first confinement, which fell at the beginning of spring, the weather was nice every day even though we couldn't set foot outside. What seasonal irony.
However, we must look at this with a lot of tenderness, that of despair perhaps, but one thing is certain, spring is passing away, leaving us with a winter aftertaste on the tip of our tongue. As if we had jumped from one extreme season to another without going through the cooing box. A bit like a drunken Saturday evening, not to say drunken, which erases the Sunday, which awakens tension, cooks the nerves, or puts us OFF.
And there we were put on standby. Not that I missed the terraces, that the scorching temperatures were desirable instead of this Conan Doyle climate, but I must say that I am like a photovoltaic cell, I need sun to grow, to radiate of course. I'm not the only one in this situation.
It is for this reason that I wanted to express this feeling to you through this new missive rich in moist ideas. Despite a low performance, a role as well performed as a member of the Comédie Française at the end of the day, I will miss him. A bit like that useless friend who only knows how to make up stories to turn people against each other and who, what's more, is a bit of a myth but who we like because she's our only friend. In short, good luck dear spring and come back to us full of joy and pride for 2025.
