Sometimes I'll be driving on the freeway and that little ray of sunshine catches my eye. I'll almost get into an accident while trying to capture it in a picture (I have yet to be able to capture not only the actual picture but also the feeling that always accompanies that moment).
That ray of sunshine will see me through a week of bad weather. It reminds that up above all of the gloom there's good weather—blue skies, white puffy clouds, and lots of sunshine.
My winters are also dismal now. I moved away from San Diego a long time ago. The winters there were bearable—rain, some colder days requiring a sweatshirt and jeans—but I could always count on some sunshine to be intermixed.
Now, I'm cooped inside for most of December, January, and February, hoping that the snow will stop coming down at some point. I run out of outfits that go with the boots I was finally forced to purchase (my feet hate being cold and wet most of the time as I trudge through the snow to my car).
But that ray of sunshine is always there—my trip back to my parents' home for Christmas. I will see sunshine again. Capris and flip flops are just on the horizon.
There's always that hope. And I'll keep looking for it.
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