Broken Promises

In this predominantly rainy city, legend has it that once the Fourth of July has come and gone, we’re in the clear until the seasons morph to cold again.

I don’t have a problem with rain interspersed amongst warm, sunny days. In fact, I enjoy them. They are a welcome respite to the GO GO GO attitude of nice weather. Like a day off. An excuse to cozy up.

But nonetheless. Pfffft.