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  • February in Pennsylvania is one long asthmatic gasp of winter blah. Dismal days, cold nights. Being that I am typically said to be a sunny person, I hate February to a disproportionate amount. To the nth power.

    Standing at the sink washing dishes, I watched as a cardinal lands on the fence at the end of the drive. I couldn't take my eyes off of him. Could not believe how beautiful the cardinal was! Then I had an Ah Ha moment. At last I understood. I hated February because I missed colors. In the winter, everything is white, or grey, or brown, or black.

    A cardinal is red. A cardinal is a ruby jewel.

    Spring, for me, is the return of color to a black and white world. Nothing short of a miracle.

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