The first day of spring went off with a bang. It was suddenly one of those days for which you are either overdressed because you can’t be bothered reading the weather forecast or you are so optimistic and ready to shed layers that you end up coming out in a T-shirt and cotton skirt and freeze your legs, stiff calves and icy ass.
But even that doesn’t detract from taking in the melting snow, your skin breathing through every pore and your dry lips shedding for the last time. You can start looking forward to the warmer months and realize you’ve already been sold out to the summer’s best concerts. The airfares are already very high to go abroad or even to visit your friend in Portland.
The thought of pre-packaged resort experiences is not that repulsive altogether because I just want to vegetate under the solar heat, in a stretcher that won't creak, chip or give me splinters.
My head summons up a seamless, pleasurable experience.
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