You're the Ballet en Pointe; difficult yet graceful and magnificent.
You're winter; touching my roots and removing the orange anger hanging from the fragile tips of my branches after autumn weather.
You're Easter; every secret I find hidden in your life's bushes is an egg left by that gracious holiday creature and I'm triumphant and I love you more.
You're California; hot and fun. Every corner. Every turn something new to discover and enjoy.