It's January and it is raining. Which means the snow is melting, which means SPRING is on its way. P-p-p-p-p-p-p-p-p-please hurry. I miss Mr. Sun. I miss light winds. I miss 60degree weather. I miss my capris that I paid a lot of money for, but were always a little snug to wear until now. I miss my flip flops. I miss my morning runs where my legs and hands and other body parts don't freeze off. However, Mr. Wicked Snow will show itself again, and again, and again. Oh, I like January rain.
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