The weather is changing in funny ways, as though it’s not sure which would make it more well-liked. It goes both ways at once, weaving into ribbons of strokes of warm air moving through a cold front. Like the murals of ships and sky lining the walls on the walk up the boulevard.
Das Wetter ändert sich auf eine lustige Weise, weil man nicht weiß, wie es beliebter werden könnte.