Friday 11th February
Day 296
Spring sneezed on us this morning while we walked in the park. A brief warm blast of sunshine, birds singing forgotten lyrics, sky the colour of eggshells, dangling yellow catkins and a featherbed of mauve crocuses in the muddy grass. By lunchtime heavy chrome clouds screened the sun and we put our coats back on.
But I know spring will be back, for certain, if we wait long enough. Like it came today for the Egyptians in Tahira Square, who have been waiting - and dying- for thirty years for theirs.
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