[Poetry] may make us from time to time a little aware of the deeper unnamed feelings which form the substratum of our being, to which we rarely penetrate; for our lives are mostly a constant evasion of ourselves. T.S.Eliot
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Saturday, November 25, 2017
A Promising Day
It's 6:50 in the morning and the aircraft were I'm sitting on is taxing to reach the end of the lane for take off. Now that I'm fastened to my window seat, I can really see how the weather is like. When I took my taxi from the hotel in Mougins, ten minutes to five, it was still night. The weather here on the ground, at sea level in Nice, is not really promising. Still, I'm confident that above the clouds things can only get better. In Graz, where I'm flying back, the weather won't be much better. I have to be happy of the hour I'm going to spend over there, some kilometers above.
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