In a perfect world I'd have enough money to have a winter home in the south and a summer home in Maine. Maine is the most beautiful place in the world in the summer and even the fall (though it's hard for me to enjoy the fall since I know what's coming). The winter's are just so depressing. Even during the day when there is some sun, the ground is gray, the sky is gray, the air is cold, excepting evergreens all is dead. Sure, the snow is pretty at first, but the roads get sanded, then plowed, then sanded, then plowed and you end up with huge piles of dirty snow lining every street. It's all just dirt and cold and dark.
God, I'm depressing myself already. Oh well, at least I'm going over to England for a couple weeks after Christmas. No, a sunny spot it isn't, but it's not so dismal as here. There are still living things there during the winter.
Nexa
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“It has always been the prerogative of children and half-wits to point out that the emperor has no clothes. But a half-wit remains a half-wit, and the emperor remains an emperor.â€
― Neil Gaiman, The Sandman, Vol. 9: The Kindly Ones