I am grateful to live in a place with four distinct seasons. (Even though I'm not a fan of living in the snow.) The seasons change and in the middle of winter it can be hard to remember spring, but every year it comes.
I love how bright and colorful spring is after the bleak winter. I'm trying to remember this in the season of my life. Spring will come and be filled with color and new life.
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