It only takes the teeniest glimmer of sunshine to set me off. One sunny afternoon and all of a sudden I’m in full summer mode. Regardless of the actual temperature outside. And whether or not it’s raining. Logic seems to go out of the window, and I mistake the North East’s climate for some kind of Mediterranean country. Abandoning most of my common sense, I just want to wear shorts and floral dresses. I’d rather brace bare legs than admit that maybe it’s still just a little too cold.