an evening which was spent writing other things

According to the weather forecast on the news, this summer looks like being even hotter than last summer.

I am unenthusiastic about this.

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Chorus from 'Atalanta

[...]

For winter's rains and ruins are over,
And all the season of snows and sins;
The days dividing lover and lover,
The light that loses, the night that wins;
And time remember'd is grief forgotten,
And frosts are slain and flowers begotten,
And in green underwood and cover
Blossom by blossom the spring begins.

[...]

-- Swinburne