cruel to be kind

"Odi et amo: quare id faciam, fortase requiris
nescio, sed fieri sentio et excrucior."

-- Catullus

Was-lost-but-now-I’m-found is the shade
of orange in the oaks today. Was-frost
but-now-I’m-wind is how they move.

      (Max Garland -- yes, I've said it before.)

I used to dread the in-betweens of seasons, spring especially. The melt and thaw of it all! Freeze and heat, unpredictability and uncertainty, the moods of weather and postman's harrumph. Still do dread the spring, come to think of it. But this, this November of warm and chill and stiff sunshine -- midway away, o frost, and carry on undulating into winter. Love it. Too much melodrama for November's taste, but too bad for it.

NB: Pliny the Tiny