For a moment, the sun breaks through. It stops you in the tracks of a gravel parking lot near the warehouses on the water, you close your eyes and let it beam in through your skin. Like you're nothing more than a machine, recharging. They say a snowstorm is on its way. Say it'll bury the city. You feel your battery draining. Say it's only February quietly in your head, hoping the mantra will ward off the evils.
You're so close to sunshine, now, to spring and sprouts and life the kind that grows from within. Just hold out a little longer, just put one foot in front of the other. Soon, all will be well.
All you have to do is be alive to see it.
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