I've noticed that people -- myself included -- wish away their days. "Oh, I wish it was summer," we say in January, tired of the winter weather. "Oh, I wish the holidays would get here," we say. "I can't wait for my vacation." We speak as if this day doesn't count, as if the right now is somehow less important than the someday when.
But if there was no winter, and there was no today, then I wouldn't have been able to ramble in the woods and see things like this:
Enjoy your days!
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