I was talking to a friend the other day about how strange it is to go from the Northeast to a place that actually has a full season of Spring. We're used to it going from 30's to 60's in a week's time, with some minor fluctuations. I'm not sure I've ever experienced this much 50's in my life. And when the season takes time to progress, you can actually see the different flowers and types of trees because they don't all suddenly bloom at once like an explosion, but slowly like a verdant fireworks show.
And this gives me hope about things that are slowly forthcoming being worth the wait. Yesterday, I woke up in the middle of my bed.
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