w.atching the w.orld unw.ind

Like many people, I view the first signs of spring as heralding the end of what is, usually, crappy winter weather and dark, depressing nights.

The new season is generally presaged by "Dear Sir" letters to the Times, claiming to be the first person in the U.K. to have heard a cuckoo calling.

But before that, I like to hold onto the last of the summer, for as long as possible. Well, I am a Leo - and therefore king of my own little patch of jungle - so think I'm entitled to laze in the the sun's rays until the last possible moment?

And for me, summer continues as long as hot air balloons drift overhead, as one did last night. Hmmm. Air balloons. May have an idea involving them...

Now it may be a temporary blip, an aberration even, but it seems that work's filters may be blocking the "Sign in" button of Blogger which, if true, means the end of posting just before starting work, and may mean evening compositions. Bit like homework.

But - and what really bu99ers me up, is that the inspiration for "Today's Lyric" comes from whatever I happen to be listening to on the way in to work.

"Tomorrow's lyric" just doesn't seem to have the same immediacy about it?

It could be a whole new method of blogging. We shall see.