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The news has all these lovely words for what's going on, scientific explanations for why the weather has been so amazing lately, but all I care about is that it's orgasmic. In the mornings there's a chill in the house, a stillness that infects every room and seeps in to my bones, reminding me of a life I've lived before this one. I have only good memories with the calmness that comes from this kind of weather. It's not cold enough to make me think of bad things, just good things.

It's days like this that make me wish that it was possible to take a photo of a feeling. I want to hold on to this week and come back to it whenever my heart hurts or when I feel smothered by reality.