Spring will soon be upon us, and on the first sunny warm weekend there will be the unveiling of a Winters work and creative input. Cars that have been built over the dark months will suddenly be roaring down the main street in various modified guises. An explosion of sound and colour and more than a hint of melancholy will arise in me as I watch them race past.
Secondly, and more controversially, girls who are reaching a certain age and are suddenly fully aware of it, will be taking trial runs of near nakedness in the earliest Spring sunshine. What has been distilling over the dark wet Winter months will be outed. A grand unveiling if you will. Things will never be the same again for them...or for their alarmed parents either I guess. The cycle continues. Is this not the true essence of Easter ? Pagan wise that is. And on this odd note I shall end.
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