Wednesday's sunny, ankle-baring weather very much felt like a gift. Like the kind of gift that if you got it in summer you'd ask for the receipt so you can run and return it because your day would be an insufferable, freezing 40 degrees, but if you got it yesterday you'd rejoice because your whole day got to be a sunny, toasty 40 degrees. It's all about perception, really. That and the ability to trade out legwarmers & knee highs for short ankle socks at least once during winter.
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