3.03.2005

March 2, 2005

Dear Mr. Bush,

People braced themselves as they walked outside today--scarves pulled tight, coats buttoned high--as a blast of frigid air swooped down on the city. It happens every year, Mr. Bush, and yet still everyone is surprised by it: February passes and you think winter should be over; then, inevitably, March opens even harsher and grayer and colder than ever. And you pull on your coat and your hat and warm yourself only with the knowledge that this too will come to an end, eventually.

To warmth,

Dan

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