
Dear Ithaca,
Although we have had our difficulties in the past, I would like to thank you for coming through on your promise to once again have bearable weather.
I have been anticipating this day for a while now and finally, last Monday (the day you decided to let it snow) I saw the light at the end of this cold and desolate tunnel called winter. Friday and Saturday were forecasted to have lows in the mid 60's and highs in 80's - I went home an unpacked my shorts and rainbows right away.

Yesterday, after a particularly grueling studio session, a few of us headed over to the Barn for dollar beers, bocce ball, and a two-dollar wrist band for unlimited pizza. We sat outside in the gardens behind the A.D.White house, light filtering in through blossoming trees, and I couldn't be more grateful to you.

Today I left my apartment early, to get into studio of course (the real reason being that I was out of milk and nothing can get me out of my apartment faster than the realization that there would be no breakfast if I stayed). I had on sandals and shorts at 8:30 in the morning... and it felt heavenly. Not only that, Cornell was still asleep from that party you hosted last night. Yes it was awfully crazy and I wish we taped it. Cornell totally danced his face off before passing out. I wish you would not have refilled his cup so many times but, nevertheless, I am thankful for the quiet morning and warm touch of spring on my sandaled feet.

So thank you Ithaca, for the peace of this morning and promise of another summer.
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