We don’t care what the official groundhog said, we’re calling it now: the thaw has begun.

Oh, yeah, you want to keep us down, don’t you, sinister birds of doom? You want to tell us that we can’t ever do this, and we might as well give up about that, and those bits can’t be changed and never again will we feel the happy glow of a trouble-free day across the wings of our soul.

But we know, naysayers. We know that the only reason you say that is because you’re losing. That’s right, like the snow, you’re melting away. You’re already on the outer branches and one of you even seems to be upside down. And us? All we have to do is smile.

That’s the trick, you sinister birds of doom. You’ve got to keep it cold every day if you want to keep hold of our tree. You’ve got to give it all you’ve got, all the time, never letting go. Because if you lose it even once… there’s a branch no longer covered in snow. And do you know what that means, you sinister birds of doom? It means you were wrong, and the winter wasn’t going to last forever.

But don’t worry too much about how you’ll feel then. We’ll have enough warmth for you too.

Wear this shirt: when those around you seem to be plotting your demise. Brush those shoulders off.

Don’t wear this shirt: and walk around acting morose. All you’ve ever gotta do is take one more step than they do.

This shirt tells the world: “Be patient. It gets better.”

We call this color: Silver Gleam Of Tomorrow’s Sun Across The Melting Snow

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