8. The Peculiar Sadness of Early Spring
A Swedish poet on a season's contradictory feelings.
The nights here have started to feel like early spring. I felt it Wednesday, going out to get dinner still bundled up in a winter coat, and then again yesterday evening as I walked back to the Metro from the museum under a sky of deepening blue. It feels like more than a change in temperature. The light is different. It’s as if …
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