You've entered the caverns, enjoy your stay.
Living on the coast of Rhode Island can mean unpredictable weather. Schizophrenic might apply. Last weekend seven-plus inches of snow graced the landscape in a blanket of white. Nasal sinuses snapped-open in the cold crisp air. Ice crystals crunched beneath my boots. Today the temp is a balmy 54, and the snow melted hours ago. I'm considering unboxing a pair of sandals. Why not? There's already a glass of iced tea before me.