Que la fonte commence !

I knew it would happen... I'm afraid here we are! After 8 long months, winter is ending. As I didn't want to face it, 3 geese came from South and sway their hips appetizingly in front of the dogs, pulling hard on their chains, it was the end of it. Yes, the fine days of summer are coming, as some would say. But in Spitsbergen, this means that snow is becoming heavy and wet, that permafrost is melting at surface, that sky is getting more cloudy, that soon Vagabond will be trapped in a persistent fog, and that mud will be more perverse than fragile pack ice. Here we would say that a new season is starting. (transl. EB)