Tiverton, RI

There’s a very specific feeling I associate with the first few weekends of the year when it’s gorgeous and sunny yet none of the visible warmth translates because it’s becoming that kind of cold where the wind just cuts through your tights (or pants) and you wish that maybe you’d brought a scarf or worn some mittens but you didn’t want to admit to yourself that it’s the time of year when such accessories are required and the air is crisp and cold and clear but you smile because for a moment in the warmth of your car you can just look up and see the sun and the ocean and vaguely try to remember what it was like to not need a jacket.

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