The weather in Dhaka is cool and lovely, and we savor our jackets and duvets, but meanwhile my loved ones are living through their first Scandinavian winter, and I fear it is something of a grey experience for them.
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Dark afternoons
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You’re in gloomy afternoons now, huddled in grey,
where everyone looks the same.
Rain doesn’t stop, rain doesn’t start,
when cold is the only color.
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All identically hurrying now, on ice cobbled paths
towards a mythical spring.
Time doesn’t stop, time doesn’t start,
where grey is the only weather.
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Love it, Rilla. When we arrived early yesterday morning we remarked on the colourlessness of it all…everything overcast (with thick phlegmy clouds that took the pilot three shots and an hour an a half to get through!) and sprinkled with grey dust…but the afternoons are lovely!
Sounds like how my daughter Lara describes her English University experience….grey and rainy all the time!
Yes, my poor sons, who have never experienced a European winter are finding it hard to see the ‘bright’ side! I must admit I had also forgotten – it is many years since I’ve experience a whole winter in Europe.