The rodent comes out and sees his shadow, apparently we are doomed for more winter. I walk past my car to find it buried in an igloo of snow, perhaps this year he is right. We wrap ourselves in absurd layers of clothing and ask the bartender to bring us all the hot drinks she can find, there is still something magical about making it work despite the relentless obstacles built against us. Do you think in Florida they know what it's like to make it work like this? My telephone shows me pictures of previously on this day and you wish for once the machinery would have the good sense to read the room.
It is cold now, but it will not always be. It is dark now, but one day things will be better.
One day you will look back on this time and laugh and pat yourself on the back for making it through. Man that was crazy, wasn't it? It'll sound jolly in recollection, it'll be a badge of honor or a fun story at cocktail parties.
One day when you have everything you ever dreamed, you will look back on this time in acceptance.
For now it's enough to just make it work.
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