Talk about the weather

Dear Mago,
I notice you often make a note of the weather in your diary. Suddenly, your way of writing about the weather makes me realize that we are all fascinated by the weather. We talk a lot about it because we see that it is as complex, irresolute and trivial as the jerks and twitches of our own fleeting outlook on life. I think weather reports are actually our reflections on (or guesses about)our own temperamental nature.
Let it be known that it is very cold in Stockholm this week. Thus I've been able to temporarily let go of any guilt I had a while back about my contribution to global warming. My walk under the trees from the train station to work this morning was like coming out of the closet into the land of Narnia. The sky was bright blue with a few rosy-cheeked clouds hovering over the snow-laden branches. How I love the crackling that the dry snow and ice underfoot make with each step I take. My only worry right now is for the sudden appearance of a wicked witch.