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March 21, 2014
The train blows, the wind whistles. It was cold and yellow, but the earth seemed more relaxed. Road construction crews lined the intersections with reflective orange vests. The trees, although bare, had an air. People in other cars are appearing out of the ice, experiencing the same sensations. Some smile, some are all business, some serious, others idly eating french fries. The change of seasons brings about a change in our old ways, and inspires something new. A new activity, a new commitment, a new way of looking at things. Snow brought quiet, new leaves intuition, everlasting desires to grow.