Yeah, the planet goes through its own thing and then we throw shit on top. No such thing as stability in the grand scheme!
We are the eternal optimists that live for those magical 3 days in summer where there are no clouds. :OD
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Ah yes, those minutes of sunshine and
warmthless cold weather must be glorious. 😋Tales of them are passed down from father to son, each one special and bursting with promise.
Everyone remembers the summer of 89 where the sun shone for a whole four days! :OD
Oh the glory of the summer of 89...sort of like the summer of 69+20. The stuff songs are made of. A sequel perhaps. Bryan Adams should get on it...unless he's dead.