You have not known beautiful weather unless you have spent a winter in southern California. The moment you walk out the door and the sunshine hits your face and bare toes; you breathe deeply and think, yes God, thank you for this one.
Don't forget every morning is the chance to start all over again. (Not my words.)
Sunshine is my drug. Dip me in an ocean a couple of times and you have a happy woman, bitch free.
Peace.
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