‘Aureliano,’ he said sadly on the key, ‘it’s raining in Macondo.’
There was a long silence on the line. Suddenly the apparatus jumped with the pitiless letters from Colonel Aureliano Buendia.
‘Don’t be a jackass, Gerineldo,’ the signals said, ‘it’s natural for it to be raining in August.’
– A Hundred Years of Solitude
It’s snowing heavily in NYC. It’s February, and it’s quite normal.
I miss New York.
