The anticipation of forward movement is the only exciting prospect before me. It is the metaphor of melting -not like the melting of the Wicked Witch (from water contamination, you will recall from the Wizard of Oz) - but from getting unfrozen, unstuck, like the snows of winter going their way at last. Becoming something else - a new medium, liquid, not solid.
Where will be flow this time?
We need some enthusiasm for the first of April.
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