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The tragedy of mercury (EN)

 

A year-long blink

On December 31, 2020, the whole world breathed a sigh of relief, closing its eyes and celebrating the arrival of the new year, following that tradition, by the time that certain eye reopened it was in December again, just a year later.

It was not different in Hungary, where the secret desire of some people to celebrate Christmas and the end-of-year holidays in a snow-covered landscape.

Unfortunately, despite the cold, it didn’t come together, so we had to talk to the thermometer a bit.

"Sir," I began the interrogation, "first of all, thank you for accepting the invitation and the invite to speak." I would to take this opportunity to find out how you are feeling right now."

I planned we would have been in roughly daily contact until the first month of the year, but it turned out differently.

- Good day! - and he looked me in the eye. His meter painted in red stared at me wildly until he poked out the answer to my question.

"I don't think you need to ask me, since everything is written on me," he said at last. I couldn’t get any more out of it, so I had to pay attention.
However, he was right. Everything was written on his face.

That's how it happened that I first saw the thermometer blossom around Christmas for the first time due to the rising temperature. Our ideas of having white Christmas just simply disappeared.

As we approached the end of 2021, it became increasingly clear to see that the thermometer would have a very pleasant start to the new year. On the thirty-first of December, almost a bird could be caught with him, he was so happy. Despite the failure of my interrogation in early December, I did not give up and asked again before the end of the year.

"How do you feel?" I asked, a little worried I wouldn't get an answer again. My glasses in the strong sunshine significantly helped me to see his facial expression. I saw him smile. There were ten degrees written on his face.
"Wonderful! I will bring you spring! I walk among the skies, thank you for your question!" he rejoiced.

But I wasn’t happy, I missed the snow-covered landscape.

After the thirty-first of December, I had to see on the first of January that the thermometer was right. I didn't have to ask him anymore, because the fact that he was right filled him with happiness.

"Look at this!" he turned his display toward me in the sparkling sunshine.

I didn’t want to believe either the internet article or my eyes. On the first of January, the heat record (only for hungarian readers) was broken. Not a single snowflake could contribute to the cloudless happiness of the thermometer - at least that day.

It didn't take two days and the falling temperature had a strong effect on the thermometer's happiness at the beginning of the year. He turned to himself, closed himself, and did not even take out the article so proudly presented. He didn't care anymore.

It was completely reset, which exactly followed the weather out there. There was an ominous silence, something was about to happen.

However, one morning, we woke up to the fact that it started, althought weakly, snowing. We ran excitedly to the window and admired the snow floating in the flakes. It is always a wonderful feeling.

Unfortunately, this miracle has been happening less and less lately, but maybe ... maybe the current miracle is making a difference.

I took a few glances at the thermometer, who was staring at the landscape in silence. He seemed to be cold. He was shaking with cold. But he did not ask for help.

It took a few hours and the thick snowflakes overwhelmed everything. It wasn’t simple snow, but the best quality that cracks soothingly under your feet when you step on it. Plus, you can build the best snowmen out of it.

When it came to light the next morning, I checked the thermometer again. It showed zero. The snow drew a frozen snow mustache on his face at night and stared motionless into the distance.

"Now the dice have turned!" I declared with a smile as soon as I saw the wonderful snow. I grabbed the thermometer, swept the snow off from it, and showed him the scenery.

Despite his speechlessness, I felt he understood why the sight made me happy. I didn’t keep it outside anymore, and eventually he was promoted to be a room thermometer.

He thanked me with a soft smile.








The pictures are self-made, the raw material was provided by nature.

Goodbye, I'm waiting you back!

C.K.T.

 
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