2483The sun beams on my face as I write.  When the winter sun passes directly by my desk in the afternoon, he blinds me with the warmest goodness.  It has been a while since he showed his face around here…that Mr. ‘Low in the Sky’.  When he decides to shine, the whole world lights up with him.  The birds sing and whistle so loud, the people flock to the fields to work, my gatto lazily splays in the grass, and some, like me, choose to walk until they can no longer feel their feet.  Grazie, Mr. Sun, for all your energy, what a glorious Spring-like beginning to February.  Any chance of you coming back again tomorrow?!

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