We get One Last Warm Day. One more day before we’re turned over to the incessant cold dreariness of winter. Before our skin is drenched of color and our noses are runny and our faces are sad.
We don’t know when it’s coming. There’s no way to predict the last time we can step outside without a tear running down our cheek. So we are forced to celebrate every one until we get there.
Here’s how to do it up right.