After writing yesterday's post about the depressing four consecutive
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Sun piecing through clouds and branches of
towering pine tree in our front yard. |
"dreary, wet fall days" we had just experienced in Southampton, I could not help but keep repeating in my mind the hauntingly delightful and promising words from the ever-popular Broadway show "Anne": "The sun'll come out tomorrow. Bet your bottom dollar that tomorrow there'll be sun!..."
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Finally, full sun this morning revealed colors
of autum on our street. |
Well, sure enough, this morning we had sun ever so hesitantly finding its way through thick, gray clouds that had hung overhead for almost 100 hours. As the warm rays continued to penetrate and open up the heavy cloud cover to a clear blue sky, I swear I could hear a heavenly crescendo piercing the fall air: "...Tomorrow! Tomorrow! I love ya. Tomorrow you're always a day a way."
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