and somehow you know it. how these gray cold days will give way to hothead sidewalks and cold icecream. how cool midnight breezes will brush over chiffon curtains while the full moon looks on. flow back to long summer nights where the scratch of the small transitor radio broke wide open the too quiet night. and teenage lips gave it a go while slippery hands got lost somewhere between bra-hooks and shy desire shining in dark brown eyes. you want it to pass quickly, for the door to the dark and gloomy to get thrown open to the real technicolor hiding behind clouds. you want to feel that heavy lifted from your chest. you want to say hello to this beautiful world.