Oh how weary I grow of this cold weather. I long for the warmer weather of spring when I shall once again be able to visit my thoughtful spot (the swingset).For if you feel I've been lacking my usual remarkable insight, it is only because I am overwhelmed by this internal claustrophobia. I need to be out in nature! I need to feel the wind through my hair as I gracefully soar fore and aft in the swing. *sigh* I am resigned to this bleak heat-less life. The chill doesn't just cut into my bones, it cuts into my very soul. It bites away at my usual happy little spirit and thirst for knowledge until I have nothing left but my painfully handsome face with no intelligent thoughts residing behind it. Soon brother Spring, soon you and I shall be reunited. Come swiftly.
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