It is raining....again. Sometimes I think the sun just doesn't want to come out. It wants to stay hidden up there behind the gray, cottony clouds, warming the tops of them, hiding from us. Sigh.
If I could fly, I'd fly straight through those gray clouds - up where the sky is still blue and the sun is bright - brighter than the brightest. But I can't - fly that is. So I shall stay here, down below, below the clouds, in the gray drizzle. Sigh.
We have rain forecast for all of this week with unseasonably high temperatures. At least my heating bill should not be too high. Ryan worries when the heat doesn't kick on - I tell him - the house isn't cold enough for it to kick on. He still worries. He'll ask: Will it come on again? I tell him: When the house is cold enough it will come on. He still worries. Sigh.
Only 74 more days until March 1st, and I don't care if it's snowing on March 1st - March 1st is Spring for me. 74 more days. 1,776 hours. 106,560 minutes. until Spring. until color. until warmth. until the sweet scent of growth. Sigh.
Do come again. Your visits here are magic for me.. And as always
Peace
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