All my life I've said my favorite season was fall. It signified renewal for my school age mindset. As I age, and new notebooks and bic pens become a mere memory, my favor turns more towards spring for rebirth. Today, outside my window, with the light the way it is...and the trees looking as they do, it feels like 6:30 on an April morning. Not 10:06 5 days before the Winter Solstice.
One can dream though....
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