Indian Spring.

I was pretty devastated last year

when summer ended.

But surprisingly,

winter hasn't been that bad.

Nevertheless,

I was thrilled today

when Provo was 45 degrees.

(Also, Delaware was getting pummeled with snow.)

I wore flats instead of boots

and the tops of my feet got to see the sun.

I took a ten minute walk outside

in the warmth

during the middle of work.

And I thought,

I would gladly live through the pain

of a million summers dying

if it means that I get to have

days like today.

There would never be that kind of joy

without that kind of pain.

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