Every day, there will be a moment when I look around and think,
"what am I doing in Indiana?"
Several times a week, I overhear California.
At the grocery store:
"My daughter is out in California."
"I would like to be there right now."
It was in the high 50s today. All the snow melted. By the time I left to run my errands, the sky was drab and overcast, and though it wasn't hot, it was humid and slightly uncomfortable. My good mood left like the sun.
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