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					<description><![CDATA[I, too, live with someone who hates January (actually hates winter, period.)  For years, his gloom would bring me down too, as he steadily counted the days until springtime.  Many years ago, I decided that I didn&#039;t want to miss a single day, much less a SEASON, so I now choose to relish the slow passage of time, secure in the knowledge that the world continues to turn on its axis and every season will have a chance.  What I am enjoying about this winter is the chance to get outdoors when we get a mild day, and I love the the part of my long commute when the bare trees reveal the 2 or 3 Red Tailed Hawks that make their home along the median strip of Rt. 55.  I only catch fleeting glimpses of them during the rest  of the year.]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I, too, live with someone who hates January (actually hates winter, period.)  For years, his gloom would bring me down too, as he steadily counted the days until springtime.  Many years ago, I decided that I didn&#8217;t want to miss a single day, much less a SEASON, so I now choose to relish the slow passage of time, secure in the knowledge that the world continues to turn on its axis and every season will have a chance.  What I am enjoying about this winter is the chance to get outdoors when we get a mild day, and I love the the part of my long commute when the bare trees reveal the 2 or 3 Red Tailed Hawks that make their home along the median strip of Rt. 55.  I only catch fleeting glimpses of them during the rest  of the year.</p>
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