it takes 7 minutes instead of 10 to get back to your car
the wind is blowing so hard you are basically crying, which clears your sinuses (happy dance worthy accomplishment)
you spend the whole very possibly stressful drive home thinking about sweaters and buttons and future craft days
you have happy lights and slippers to welcome you home,
was made for one of the best hot chocolate experiences ever,
you draw a fake fireplace and tape it on your wall, and it's happy. NOT half-hearted and a reality-shocker
somehow so conveniently you left your Ingrid Michaelson and Lisa Hannigan playlist open on itunes the night before,
euphorically your english teacher was absent yesterday and you have no english homework.
you know truth and you feel it satisfy you.
Today is a day that is beautiful.
(Oh ninja sleet storm, I defeat you.)
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