You’ll never find it. Not in here, anyway.
That hour you lost last night is gone forever, poof. And, if I may be so bold, good riddance to it. Who needs another stinking hour of dark and discouraging? Not I, said every person on the planet. Frankly, winter and its soul-sucking associate, gloom, overstay their welcome every year. They show up early, create an unbearably hostile atmosphere, and make a lot of work for everyone. Why do they get invited back and who keeps sending the invitation?
Bring on springtime and all the bright, shiny daylight it has to offer. Granted, we’ll spend the rest of the month running behind and oversleeping, but it’s worth it. Tomorrow — I ♥ you tomorrow — our eyes will open to cheery, sparkly daylight, instead of the usual grim pall of winter. Who cares if we’re late for work or the dentist? Who cares if we miss the bus? Wait, I don’t work. I don’t have a dentist appointment. So I can waste all the time in the world, just like always. Except I’ll be happy.
Yay, springtime! Don’t ever leave again.
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