Connecticut is cool (all the time, it would seem):

Carolina is cooler (all the time, it would seem):

Truth be told, I love the water that dances with light, that never stops dancing, that curls itself around morning with a roar and a nuzzle, that massages the solid earth into a soft and drifting dreamland.  I dream in orange, not blue.  Though blue is lovely and full of different dreams.

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