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Analogies

Notes Day 4 ▼

Today's blog prompt strives to inspire you to write *analogies throughout your blog entry.
Try to write at least three. Try to keep them decent, don't be an Andre!

Select a part or parts from any of your previous three entries in this challenge then, in today's entry, provide a bit more information or details and try to slip in a few analogies.

*Analogy
[ uh-nal-uh-jee ]a similarity between like features of two things, on which a comparison may be based:
the analogy between the heart and a pump.


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Yesterday, I mentioned how the pandemic has affected my Easter two years in a row. In the middle of a crisis the size of Titanic, the issue of whether I get to celebrate Easter like usual, or not, might seem smaller than a flea's eye. However, it's a big deal for me. Let me tell you why.

First of all, my family (mother, father, brothers,...) live further south in Norway than me. That means I only get to meet them in person when I go there during my holidays. I don't have an Easter to spare, family time is important. Spending time with my family is like the heart resurging with blood after a beat. It is simply necessary.

Furthermore, traveling in a country like Norway makes a difference in climate. It's a country stretched from North to South further than a dog's ear in a child's hand. The weather can be quite bleak where I live. Not all the way North, where they have real winter. No, I live somewhere around the middle, where the weather stays grayer than a politician's morals most of the year.

Add to these bleak-as-Poe circumstances that the sun is shy as a maiden for at least half of the year, only peeping out for a precious few hours each day in winter, well then you can probably understand that a journey to fairer surroundings can not wait. I need that sweet holiday sunshine as much as Will Smith thinks Chris Rock needs a smack.

Fingers crossed, then, that this year will be better. I'm as excited as Putin before a war (NO, Andre!!) a child before xmas to celebrate with my family this year. After two very just-missed-the-bus years, I think it's high time for a surprise-tax-refund year, after all. It's what we all deserve.