I think Phil Connors summed it up best: Winter, slumbering in the open air, wears on its smiling face a dream of spring.
What would you do if you had one day to live over and over and over, repeating ceaselessly, no end in sight? I think I'd really work on being a much better illustrator, drawing illustration after illustration, studying the masters, trying to learn from my mistakes, perhaps realizing, along the way, that I'd never be quite as good as I want to be.
Oh god. That is my life.