What's This

It either comes stealthily at first like a spy or announces as a fanfare but more often like a bride in white being no respecter of beings or things equally fooling all in the guise of a fluffy warm blanket. It is the delight of children who miss school and teenagers having a mock cricket or baseball match as a form of courting. It is the bane of commuters even worse than a leaf on the line, fog on the tarmac or gales shutting ships in or out of port and slip siding away on the roads. It is a mixed blessing to the old bringing back to the brim of memory the tales of youth more exciting than any computer game or the fear of bringing with it loneliness and racketing fuel bills. It is for those sleeping rough or the unemployed a frigid beauty or just dirty and ugly as though nature is also against them as well as the state or society too. It takes the boredom from our doldrums of the post Christmas celebrations and New Year revelries before Spring and Easter give us hope these often so hopeless times.