Subtitled, "Mr. Seattle Weatherman, Do you need a calendar? Use it!"
I think the second title has a certain lilt to it, don't you?
Dear Phoenix, Arizona:
I miss you.
I miss your prickly pears gleaming in the sun. I miss your tall, proud saguaros swollen after a monsoon.
I miss the cheerfully orange Mexican Hat-Dance plants mixed in - purple and orange defying the hot asphalt.
I love your palm trees, though word on the street is you "imported" those and claimed them as your native own. Some might call that lying. Others call that ingenious!
I miss pools and swimming.
I miss the stark necessity of Iced coffee.
I miss sunburns.
I'm sending you this love letter because I miss you so much. I miss your weather reporters using descriptions like, "balmy, sunny, and toasty."
I take back all the times I called you "The Freakin' Desert." Please forgive me.