Oh boy, I guess this is happening. The trip as far as LA is ok; not awash in tears and -- complacent? What's between content and resigned? No, that's too dour. Let's make up a word, like...consigned -- which, yes, is a word, but we're going to imagine it means contentment as a result of acceptance of something difficult.
Well now! Out of the recesses of psyche and into the sunshine. :) wen I get off the next plane it will be springtime. Remember that bright-green young grass, and purple and red buds, flowers to challenge the color spectrum? And lambs all over the place, fuzzy and kittenish. Ok, sit with those images before more lame metaphors spill out.
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