I grew up in the southwest sun, in the Land of Enchantment, where you are surprised if you wake up and the sun is not shining. I live in a place where two-thirds of the year dawns very bright. We had forgotten, perhaps, how yet another cold, grey, wet Midwest day can dig deep into your soul and cause you to question if the sun will indeed come out tomorrow. And then, putting away Christmas- table upon table filled with smiling Santas and plump snowmen and the reds and greens of the season, when none of us were really feeling that false commercial cheer, not much at all. But a really good cherry fritter and a cup of hot coffee at the neighborhood donut shop? That sure can't hurt when trying to sweeten even the most gloomy of mornings.
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