Blogue d'un québécois expatrié en Angleterre. Comme toute forme d'autobiographie est constituée d'une large part de fiction, j'ai décidé de nommer le blogue Vraie Fiction.
Friday, 8 June 2012
I know posting about the weather is maybe a trivial topic, but the weather has been very impressive recently. There is nothing trivial about it, it has grandeur, epic scale and furor. It has been raining, sometimes pouring, and the wind has been relentless. It is the blowing wind that is the most impressive: a tree broke down in the garden here. Earlier this evening, I was waiting for the train and saw the trees nearby the track. Their trunks were thick, yet they looked like they were ready to break down. I am always impressed by such spectacle. It does not feel much like summertime yet. It is June, not technically summer yet I guess, although I consider June the beginning of summer. But it feels like a mean April or September. It is beautiful outside, in a nasty way. I would be lying if I was saying I was not longing for warmer temperatures. Still, the furious wind is quite a sight.