I was running home from swimming. I arrived at the intersection just as a cyclist was accelerating. He was dripping in sweat, completely soaked through his jersey.
"How was your ride?""Great. Just a month ago I got frost bite," as he mindlessly scratched at his recently frost-bitten neck.
And thus it was great. A second day of record-breaking highs near 80 degrees has made this March feel less like spring and more like summer. I have a feeling the predicted highs in the 50s this weekend will close March like spring. Not that anyone's complaining.
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