I left New Hampshire early on an irrationally warm day for the beginning of April - it would be 80 degrees that day. I was on my way to Florida, the Promise Land for survivors of Northern winters and raw muddy springs. When I got to Florida it was - tah dah - 80 degrees! Now THAT wierd coincidence does not happen often.
But I was not going to Florida for the weather. I was going for my heart.
You see now.
This is the unbearably irresistible call.