I remember pale spring mornings with the sun beating my eyes without mercy. I kept them closed.
I'm always in the wrong season.
Is it possible to sum up this year when what I've really learnt is that everything can change over the course of a day?
I loved those pale spring mornings. In summer, I will remember these bleak Arctic cold days fondly.
I'm always in the wrong season and there's no better place to be.
