Feels like fall is welcoming winter with almost freezing temperatures.
The door is open.
Dahlia is barking at me.
The sun is shining.
And it is freaking cold.
My fingers are sooooo cold.
You know.
Wherever you live.
Fall still smells like fall.
Winter light is still pure and clean.
Summers feel lazy.
Spring always seems a little lighter, less "weight on the world" feels.
It doesn't matter where you are.
The earth still keeps changing seasons.
And it all is so familiar even when the terrain is different.
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