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02/11/2005: "It’s always spring in Arizona"

I hate winter.

I hate it with a passion. Every year I feel like it’s never gonna end, like I’m going to freeze to death before the warm weather returns.

I tell myself that spring will come, that it always does, that even the longest, harshest winter ends eventually.

Today I was complaining about winter and someone said "It’s always spring in Arizona." (Feel free to insert your favorite warm weather spot instead.) It’s a lovely thought and I realized that it was comforting even if it wasn't true.

Sometimes it’s like that. Sometimes just thinking of a warm, sunny place takes the chill off. Sometimes it’s doesn't even matter that you can't go there.

It reminds me of this line from a Sheryl Crow song: "Even if it’s a lie, say it will be alright, and I will believe."


It’ll be alright.