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Global Warming
The weather today was absolutely amazing. I know that winter isn't over but sometimes I just like to get my hopes up. I left my coat in the office because it wasn't necessary in the almost 60° loveliness; the sunshine even made the dirty, downtrodden neighborhoods chipper. An inner-city groundhog ceremony, adorned and gilded teens occupied stoops up and down my travels. Tomorrow they'll be back inside, the forecasters say. A pity.
I know it's only February and I shouldn't dream of such pleasantries, but my mind drifts to subtle springtime, the smell of damp, fertile earth bursting with early flowers. Roads specked with dirt untouched by still-garaged street sweepers. Outdoor recesses. Baby birds in growing trees. Aaah, springtime in the city.
60° on February 16th. Global warming is a dangerous thought, but I have a terrible time being disappointed. A flaw, I'm sure, but I can deal with that.
I know it's only February and I shouldn't dream of such pleasantries, but my mind drifts to subtle springtime, the smell of damp, fertile earth bursting with early flowers. Roads specked with dirt untouched by still-garaged street sweepers. Outdoor recesses. Baby birds in growing trees. Aaah, springtime in the city.
60° on February 16th. Global warming is a dangerous thought, but I have a terrible time being disappointed. A flaw, I'm sure, but I can deal with that.
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she said "damp"
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