Vancouver was basking in its own beauty today, illuminated by the long-awaited sun. The weather really does affect one's mood. I felt so light and carefree on my drive to and from White Rock with my windows rolled down and my music turned up that I couldn't help but smile and sing along. It was as if time and distance did not matter, or if they did they were reclassified as joy.
It's days like today that remind you why you love your hometown despite of the often seemingly-endless rain. I would rather live here than in California, not only because I call it home but because an unending string of sunny days (California) cannot be fully appreciated when it is the norm, whereas several days of rain, capped with jewels such as today, make you that much more happy and grateful.
Isn't it like that with life too? How do you differentiate between your days when all of them are good? Wouldn't "good" just be a baseline that never sees improvement? I would take the good and the bad because that way I would at least feel something. And I do...
i couldn't agree more, giosy
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