It's been winter too long already.

'I need the smell of summer, I need it's noises in my ear'

My feet are cold, and my slippers are wet (perhaps it wasn't so sensible to collect my post in them, but I reserve the right to do so without consulting the weather first). Now that I'm coming to the close of my essay it feels as though I would have done so much better to have been lying under a tree, still too hot to move, with a smoothie and some sunglasses.