A strange thing with the change of seasons. When you're scraping ice off your car and your fingertips are stinging with the cold, you can't ever imagine it being hot there. When it's mid summer and you're trying to keep the sweat out of your eyes you can't imagine mornings like this.

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The foliage is different, the air is different, the light is different. To all intents you're in another place.

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