Sunshine on my shoulders

[indielemming]

The February light begins to warm the land and my feet. It's only winter but I feel the season coming. Heat like concrete or sand in the summer sun, and I am restless. The green hills are ahead of me every day on my way to work. This job is good. But to RUN is better

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[_moodring_eyes]

I'm going to Coachella too!