{"id":55810,"date":"2026-01-24T06:47:56","date_gmt":"2026-01-24T05:47:56","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.leblogdescoutheillas.com\/?p=55810"},"modified":"2026-01-24T22:41:54","modified_gmt":"2026-01-24T21:41:54","slug":"le-temps-quil-fait","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.leblogdescoutheillas.com\/?p=55810","title":{"rendered":"Le temps qu\u2019il fait"},"content":{"rendered":"<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignleft wp-image-9590\" src=\"https:\/\/www.leblogdescoutheillas.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/08\/images-3.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"114\" height=\"170\" \/>D\u00e8s le matin, la t\u00eate encore tourn\u00e9e contre le mur et avant d\u2019avoir vu, au-dessus des grands rideaux de la fen\u00eatre, de quelle nuance \u00e9tait la raie du jour, je savais d\u00e9j\u00e0 le temps qu\u2019il faisait. Les premiers bruits de la rue me l\u2019avaient appris, selon qu\u2019ils me parvenaient amortis et d\u00e9vi\u00e9s par l\u2019humidit\u00e9 ou vibrants comme des fl\u00e8ches dans l\u2019aire r\u00e9sonnante et vide d\u2019un matin spacieux, glacial et pur ; d\u00e8s le roulement du premier tramway, j\u2019avais entendu s\u2019il \u00e9tait morfondu dans la pluie ou <!--more-->en partance pour l\u2019azur. Et peut-\u00eatre ces bruits avaient-ils \u00e9t\u00e9 devanc\u00e9s eux-m\u00eames par quelque \u00e9manation plus rapide et plus p\u00e9n\u00e9trante qui, gliss\u00e9e au travers de mon sommeil, y r\u00e9pandait une tristesse annonciatrice de la neige, ou y faisait entonner, \u00e0 certain petit personnage intermittent, de si nombreux cantiques \u00e0 la gloire du soleil que ceux-ci finissaient par amener pour moi, qui encore endormi commen\u00e7ais \u00e0 sourire et dont les paupi\u00e8res closes se pr\u00e9paraient \u00e0 \u00eatre \u00e9blouies, un \u00e9tourdissant r\u00e9veil en musique.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"color: #0000ff;\"><em>La Prisonni\u00e8re &#8211; A la Recherche du temps perdu &#8211; Marcel Proust<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>D\u00e8s le matin, la t\u00eate encore tourn\u00e9e contre le mur et avant d\u2019avoir vu, au-dessus des grands rideaux de la fen\u00eatre, de quelle nuance \u00e9tait la raie du jour, je savais d\u00e9j\u00e0 le temps qu\u2019il faisait. Les premiers bruits de la rue me l\u2019avaient appris, selon qu\u2019ils me parvenaient amortis et d\u00e9vi\u00e9s par l\u2019humidit\u00e9 ou &hellip; <a href=\"https:\/\/www.leblogdescoutheillas.com\/?p=55810\" class=\"more-link\">Continuer la lecture de <span class=\"screen-reader-text\">Le temps qu\u2019il fait<\/span> <span class=\"meta-nav\">&rarr;<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_mo_disable_npp":"","_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_feature_clip_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_publicize_feature_enabled":true,"jetpack_social_post_already_shared":true,"jetpack_social_options":{"image_generator_settings":{"template":"highway","default_image_id":0,"font":"","enabled":false},"version":2},"jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false},"categories":[4],"tags":[276],"class_list":["post-55810","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-citations","tag-marcel-proust"],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.leblogdescoutheillas.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/55810","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.leblogdescoutheillas.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.leblogdescoutheillas.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.leblogdescoutheillas.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.leblogdescoutheillas.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=55810"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.leblogdescoutheillas.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/55810\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.leblogdescoutheillas.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=55810"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.leblogdescoutheillas.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=55810"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.leblogdescoutheillas.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=55810"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}