Could it be?

Could it be that my body is growing accustomed to the winters in Chicago?

…perhaps my soul will follow…

Today, 28 degrees feels

feels

light, happy, un-oppressive

What’s the word?

WARM

Yes, 28 feels warm.

Is this what love feels like?  Or have my priorities changed?  My standards gone?  Is this just the apologetic “I didn’t mean it, baby” in an otherwise abusive relationship?

Have I grown?  Adjusted?  Settled?

Over-analyzed?

<sigh>

I’ll just enjoy it.

 

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