Every morning I awake to church bells across town wishing me good day. I lie in half-darkness behind drawn curtains and drowsily whisper hello in return. This morning there's a quality in them I'm not sure I recognize. I feel I am catching cheer--I don't remember cheer in these morning bells.
Sunlight pours in once again through my now thrown-back curtains. I sip my coffee under the tree outside my front door. It's true. There is a new cheer. The rain is gone.
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