I can ride my bike wearing only mesh shorts and slip-ons through the empty financial district streets late at night...
The Green Line transforms into a hot, sticky, cesspool, of flesh and lust...
Buxom female joggers run back and forth along the esplanade...
So the first slightly warm day of the year reminds me of why I still live in this city, which was today. I think we peaked at 61 degrees. It was kinda rainy but it didn't matter it still made me feel like this kid...

Here's pop troubadour Jonathan Richman putting this feeling into song.
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