Your description of Miami Beach feeling like summer in the middle of winter instantly took me back to a weekend I spent there last January. I arrived after a week of relentless snow in upstate New York, bundled up and ready for another cold spell, only to step off the plane and be hit by that warm, salty breeze that smelled like sunscreen and fresh cut grass. I remember strolling along Ocean Drive, the sun glinting off the turquoise water, and thinking it was impossible for it to be February. That afternoon I rented a bike, pedaled past the Art Deco hotels, and stopped at a tiny café for an iced coffee that tasted like sunshine. The contrast between the…
Your description of Miami Beach feeling like summer in the middle of winter instantly took me back to a weekend I spent there last January. I arrived after a week of relentless snow in upstate New York, bundled up and ready for another cold spell, only to step off the plane and be hit by that warm, salty breeze that smelled like sunscreen and fresh cut grass. I remember strolling along Ocean Drive, the sun glinting off the turquoise water, and thinking it was impossible for it to be February. That afternoon I rented a bike, pedaled past the Art Deco hotels, and stopped at a tiny café for an iced coffee that tasted like sunshine. The contrast between the…