I get it. Philadelphia is not California. And, I get it. The winters here are not even that bad. But after months of wearing a coat that makes me look like a big black puff ball, walking in the light of a sun whose warmth cannot be felt, and constantly wrapping scarves and layers around my neck to go outside in the icy wind just to peel them off every time I step inside an overheated building....dare I say the first few days of our Philadelphia Spring are more appreciated than most days in California.
Spring is here and it is so lovely.
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