In wintry times,
When chills and disappointments mount,
We find ourselves dreaming fondly of summer.
And in summertime,
When heat can steal our breath and tempers rise,
We long for cooler days.
In troubled times, inevitably,
We hunger for and treasure
The textures of the ordinary
Life we left behind, savoring the memories
And longing for the past to return.
When will we learn to patiently accept what is?
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