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SPRING Pregnant seeds planted soft rains bless the future sequestration done SUMMER Spent blossoms come loose gracefully all drift earthward resisting nothing AUTUMN Vibrant flowers fade autumn lets perfection go tired plants feel relief WINTER Soft and silent flakes Snow is fearful weaponry Hard Cold smothers all

Past does not announce but wants to be remembered clad in its old clothes (Memoir is history) 'The historian who came in from the chill': https://areomagazine.com/2020/07/19/the-historian-who-came-in-from-the-chill/ 'The Life and Death of Hypatia of Alexandria', Sundial Magazine, January 2021 https://sites.google.com/view/sundial-magazine/curios/the-life-and-death-of-hypatia

  D og:  Remember when weather was sun, rain, wind, or snow? Now it's all about heat domes and arctic outflows, atmospheric rivers and polar vortexes. What IS a polar vortex anyway? Cat:  Language inflation. Dog:  I only need to know whether my fur coat will be a blessing or a burden once I'm outside. Cat:  Weather is theatre; the dialogue has changed. In winter I watch the show from the window seat. In summer, from the fence rail. Dog:  You're so pragmatic, Cat.

ROBOT 1:  A human writer plagiarized my ideas. ROBOT 2:  That's criminal. Algorithmic B and E! Assault on your battery! Sue him!

 

  Dog:  I love going outside and getting lots of exercise. Cat:  How do you know when you're out rushing around outside I'm not dancing around the room? Dog:  ARE you? Cat:  Well, I do lots of stretches. Look: you dig, I pounce. Both are good. You dig for discoveries, I delve into the unconscious. Dog:  (sigh) Right ... more windowsill wisdom by Cat.