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  1. Just east of the southern tip of Quabbin here and I must say this has been a great thread so far. 

    This set up may be a huge win for me on a bust in my area, owning 4 liquor stores business will be huge today as people prepare and then tomorrow I will get tons of crying weenies looking to drown their sorrows! WIN _WIN 

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  2. 2 hours ago, Typhoon Tip said:

    March 1956 snowed north of 80% of that year's annum climo in the upper M/A and I believe that involved NE too -

    It is April that is the cruelest month ... 

    I mean, if one's personal druthers meant more than a turd's worth of any consideration ... I start waning on winter enthusiasm really fast toward the end of February's myself.  By then, two weeks have gone by after the end date of the perennial solar nadir - that being Feb 10 at our latitude. You can feel the sun's winning on the face and forearms, or how Kevin so oft waxes poetry about those warming sensations that kiss his napes...  Heh, the futility of holding onto winter in those days is like when you're watching an awesome movie ignoring taking a piss - only gets worse and worse.. Finally, you have to go do it - in this case..admit it. For some, it takes until June 1 but -  It is the fact that out of nowhere it's 6:07 pm and there still some daylight left .... and the next week we bump clocks... We are falling uphill out of winter, and it's sad coming in here and reading through eye-rolling denial - lol...  Yeah, I guess some years we hit a pine bow on the way up and breaks our "fall" into depression, if for an instant of hesitation around some late anomalies - or, we outright hit a trampoline like in '56. But most years ... it tends to be over -

    I just love summer, and heat tracking patterns .. and crispy TCUs ...  My nostalgia is just as strong for summer fair - and I enjoy long days, smells of lilacs, fresh cut lawns.. Perfume from some milf in line next to me at an ice cream shop. I miss the aroma of barbecues, or that pungent sweetness of a distant thunderstorm's body odor. 

    I don't really experience the NEGATIVE variant of the S.A.D. condition, that mirror form; and it's recognize by the ... you know, national psycho-babble institute of brain-boxes ... It's rarer though, but real, and afflicts ~15% of the population in the same was normal S.A.D. does ( which I think the crucible of time has distilled the user ship of this social media ) ... Where the 'darkness' and cold temperatures grade on people's joy and functional circuitry in 'normal' S.A.D., these opposing ilk get that in summer.  The thought of summer actually causes these individuals anguish if not pain.  

    Interesting... but, anyway, don't discount March -

        I find often find your comments great reads, when I can understand them

        Late Fall

    Two days ago the ground looked barren, brown
     surrounded ever greens of life like pews
     seclude their prayers, undone chores infused
     this view, in beauty's absence they had grown.
     Then, hardly warned, change came and snowfall coned
     all open to its touch; sublime bestowed
     the draw of eyes from melodies too toned
     by fall, they rose to brilliance, birch boughs bode;
     late season gifts of future drifted woes
     from old. Now, presents melt to meet the past
     lifts winter's cold to come, much lees the blast
     for those who must await time's march. Winds blow;

     the autumn leaves like summer: put to shame,
    and tricks the mind that SAD's the blame.

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