In the Winter of our Discontent

Somewhat unusually it's like a New England fall in Geneva. A great many colours (without it must be said some of the redder hues) are present and leaves are gently scattered on many a street. There's snow on the Jura mountain range and the public drinking foutains have been switched off. I have the delight in feeling distainful at the world for bringing winter which in all likelyhood will be comparatively mild, and given this is Switzerland, orderly. I don't feel guilty for waking up at 9:00am as that's about the time the sun rises. As the days grow colder I remember the lyrics of the venerable Robert Plant: "I felt the coldness of my winter/I never thought it would ever go/I cursed the gloom that set upon us/and I know that I love you so!" (Page/Plant, "Rain Song" c.1975) One day the great Zep will no-longer take to the stage but for now I take comfort in poetry.