The Nothing Burger

Day 2

This weather is getting tiresome. Its not that good weather is not always welcome but it feels gratuitous. It seems like we’ve had little but bad luck for months now and the weather not only reflected this but also contributed to the situation.

Its almost as if the floods have brought some kind of comfort like God was crying with us. The inept and callous response to what washed out many lives along with those who lauded the hand that slapped them, justified our sadness. Not only was the weather reflective of the mood, it bellowed like a Klaxon the impending doom awaiting us if we would not heed its warning. Not only was the climate crisis real but its reality impacted us visibly.

There is a certain rythm that ties the stoicism of the British with the weather we so often complain about, like rival siblings predictably fighting over the dinner table over the silliest of things when they would defend each other to the death against anyone else. The thinning parries that winter thrusts upon us only serve to echo the refrain that spring is nearly here.

But this is not the spring we endured winter for. Its like the wished for gift sent from a malevolent giver and you suddenly understand why the thought counts. Nothing buys happiness though money can make being miserable more tolerant. But if our stoicism counts for anything we must embrace this false spring as a proxy winter. Its a kind of a nothing burger but its one less slap in the face and, apparently, there are dolphins in Venice.