Long pants, long shorts, short pants, short shorts.
One afternoon this week I caught a whiff of spring in the air, just a whiff, a hint, a reminder. Like the smell of an old friend. I’m not sure where it came from and it was fleeting and even if it was all in my mind, it was there. 40 degrees and the first week of January but I smelled it. And it was encouraging. It made me want to keep my job for a little while longer. Long enough to start cutting more and more cloth off the cuffs of my pants until finally in May or June they’re full-on in-your-face short shorts. Yes. Rolling around in a t-shirt and shorts. 100% cotton. Sweating.
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