Something about the seasons - seeing the little buds starting to peek out, feeling the drizzle that's just a bit warmer than last week, looking at the clock as it turns dark and happily seeing it's yet later in the day.... Something about living in LA and having a winter consist of a "cold" morning of 45 degrees, then returning to normal heat by afternoon - but in contrast, the long nights, the long damp weeks, the never ending cold... Once seeing those little signs of Spring, it feels more than ever like a affirmation of life. It feels like hope.
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