I set up my fan on the windowsill and felt the warm air blowing in during the early morning hours. I walked out of my apartment in a sleeveless shirt clutching a light jacket to ward off the morning chill only to find the morning chill strangely absent. By the time I had reached my destination I could feel beads of sweat on my forehead and the crook of my elbow where my jacket rested. And last but not least, shortly before I left to return home my friend pointed out the bird poop that had mysteriously appeared down the front of my shirt.
Sure signs that summer is on its way.
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