April is the cruellest month
On a warm day in April, we play sports in T-shirts, get out the bikes and in-line skates, and believe that summer vacation is just around the corner. But the next day, snow covers the playing fields, the sidewalks are icy, we’re subjected to bitter winds and torrential rain, and winter seems closer than summer will ever be.
What is it about April —this month that stirs us to look forward, and then yanks us back into the harsh chill of winter - that makes it a particularly appealing subject for poets? It was a month that led to T.S. Eliot penning one of the most famous opening lines of all time from The Wasteland, with "April is the cruellest month.”
But here in Seattle, unlike most other cities, this godforsaken month is typically when winter won’t let go. Trying to squeeze sun out of April is like trying to wrest a bottle of cheap wine covered in a brown bag from a circle of thirsty outdoor drunks. More than anything, Seattleites just want April and the prolonged April showers to end, which makes it the perfect month to book a month-long vacation anywhere but here.
Of course, just as I write this, the sun decides to come out again….
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