Strange, as there is not much winter to muse about. Perhaps the focus should be more on the consistency of living. The seasons are around us, but not in us. Perhaps the Appalachian winters have been so brutal the last few years that we have a reprieve. That would be nice. After all, what giddiness prevails when we are walking on a sunny, balmy January afternoon enjoying the weather and getting in some excercise and fresh air as well? The birds were even singing this morning. On the day my daughter was born twenty-seven years ago it had been snowing for a week and no immediate relief was forecast. Ahhhhhh, today is a good day.
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