Stepped outside today to a 50°F morning. Beautiful. The high today is supposed to be in the low 70s. I love this weather.
It’s full of memories. I hear some people associate memories with smells. I do that a bit, but it seems that temperatures trigger memories with me way more than any other sensory stimulus.
This weather reminds me of going back to school - college and before. It reminds me of high school football and college rugby. It makes me remember the first girl I kissed and, years later, the first girl I knew. And the heartbreak that followed both. It makes me want to sit on my front porch with a glass of whiskey.
It just seems like this is the weather I am supposed to live in.
Furthermore, I got news today that my youngest brother passed the Missouri Bar. I’m happy for him, and very proud.
He’s worked hard to get here, and he stuck it through. Lots of people - even people very close to him - thought he wouldn’t make it.
In typical fashion, he dismissed them all. To some he sneered and showed his middle finger. He lowered his proverbial shoulder and pushed through anyway.
Well done.
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