the sun shines brightly
and the air is warm
but today, i hate you
yesterday was cold
and the rain poured down
but today - today i hate you
the post-rain smells of freshly painted flowers
the songs of the birds and the slow stretching of time's lazy yawn
the childlike dream of a mid-morning nap after story time as the breeze off the sea gently strokes my cheeks
today. i hate you.
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