Wednesday, February 05, 2003
Turnaround
The weather flipflops, as it is wont to do in an area that is called Florida in name only. Yesterday, spring had come, with a warm sun shining down as a benevolent master on its grateful subjects. Today, winter's harsh winds and frosty glare seized the land, and the subjects suffered the weight of discarded sweaters and jackets.
And I again found myself without a coat. Curses!
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