I force myself to go out into the cold, bleak winter day.
I suck in the fresh air and try to convince myself,
that the bare trees are beautiful;
that the brown mucky slush is fluffy white snow;
that the dark low clouds are full of rainbows.
My confident posture begins to droop;
My head hangs low.
Then the clouds part and the sun shines bright;
the sky becomes a vibrant blue;
the bare trees are beautiful;
the white snow shimmers like diamonds;
and my head is full of rainbows.
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