There’s something so hopeful about spring, isn’t there? Everything feels a little brighter, as if around any corner the world is going to burst into bloom. Today reached a balmy 76 degrees in New York City—definitive pantless weather as I like to call it—and I threw on a short gray t-shirt dress with my white Converse sneakers this morning, wearing just a light sweater for warmth and bounded out the door.
Of course, the entire world isn’t all sunshine and iced coffee weather yet. I called my little sister on my walk back from breakfast and she informed me that Portland, Maine had a light dusting of snow; she was planning a sledding playdate that afternoon with her little one.
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