About two weeks ago the sun was coming out, the leaves started appearing on the trees and the birds started singing. I felt like someone should tell them that it wasn't actually Spring and that the brief period of warmth was just a teaser. Today I was pushing a stroller and by the time I got home from the park (about a five minute walk) I literally felt my fingers slipping into hypothermia. It may sound like I am just complaining that it is not Spring yet, maybe that is it, but I really felt like my hands had been plunged into the snow on a dare but then after the dare was over I couldn't pull them out of the snow.
My dad while he was here said the maybe the reason the Spring in Paris is supposed to be magical is because survived Paris in the Winter.
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