A day off leads to expected haunts without leaving the city. There's a lot to see if you scale the view. Adjust the fine focus and take another look.
Somedays, 50 degrees and blustery is a prescription for stopping to smell the roses, if there were any blooming roses to sniff. I settled for brackish breezes giving me a crisp lash to the cheek at this stop.
Happy Easter is a little bit glib - Holy Easter?
If you go for a ride today, relish it.
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