It is one of those mornings when you wake up tired and it is raining and wet and somewhat muggy and it all makes you rather grumpy and then suddenly the sun breaks through and the world becomes altogether glorious and millions of diamonds hang suspended from the branches and your frustrations evaporate as do the vapors that float upwards from the spruce trunks.
And I think about my dad's birthday today, that he turns 75, that he is alive and well, and that my siblings are coming and that it is a wonderful day.
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