in pursuit of stout denial.

"What is this sun that you all speak of? Do you mean anything by the word?" -- C.S. Lewis, The Silver Chair

It looks like January. The middle of winter. And I've been craving spring for weeks and weeks, only to get cheated out of it, now that the magnolias are blooming and there are fine little leaves on our bushes...

All snow-clogged, poor things.

So I'm going out in search of virtual sunshine. And this song does it for me:

(Ending's a little morbid, sorry.)

Annnnnd that always reminds me of this one:

(Confession: I love that trailer so much more than the actual movie.)

Yay. There it is: my snow antidote.

Happy weekend.

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