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Has a day at the end of winter ever felt like summer? When you're driving on the highway to home and the sun jumps through trees, slipping through the passenger window, soaking through your sunglasses... your shoulders shimmy through a spring breeze while freckles plant themselves into your arm that's propped out the window, reaching for a deceivingly blue summer sky. When you think it's 7 but it's 8 and tomorrow its Monday, you breathe and ask the sun for another ray.  But 6PM catches you and the sidewalks by surprise when long bodies grow longer later with legs filled with spring steps. Everyone's rushing their stale legs out of the house and into the light, stepping through deeper, richer inhales of colors –– exhaling in between steps that feel a few days ahead of today.