April is the cruelest month, but I’ll take it over March any day. T.S. Eliot belittled the former because it represented potential destined to be unfulfilled. Yet for me, that’s much preferable to March, the cold yawn of winter and the restlessness it begets.
You might say humans are predisposed to chatting. The art has taken a few twists and turns over time: In the past 50 years the back-fence gossip session gave way to party lines (for some), then to online means so popular and ubiquitous it made AOL for a time one of the most valuable companies in the US.