Strange things happen hereabouts when the daytime temperature gets above 50°F. Sunroofs and convertible tops are opened. Skin is exposed. People wear sandals without socks. College students sun themselves on the quads in an attempt to lose the winter pallor. (No spray tans here – too Trumpian.)
This rite of spring is not unique to the Seattle area. Spring semester my junior year at Cornell was freakishly warm and sunny. Libe Slope and the quads were teeming with nearly naked students catching rays. The weather gods got the last laugh, though. It snowed the last weekend of class.
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