You love Massachusetts. Not in a calm, respectful way. In a red heart emoji way. The kind of love where you will scream at a stranger in a rotary and then hold the door for them thirty seconds later because you are a complex person with a rich inner life.
This is for anyone who drinks iced coffee in a February snow squall, says "wicked" without irony, pronounces the letter R only when it is not in the word, and genuinely believes the drivers here are good actually, everyone else is just slow. It is for parade season, for clam chowder that is legally required to be thick, for a marshmallow sandwich on white bread being considered a food group. Four seasons in one Tuesday and we keep showing up.
Soft, broken in from the first wear, and built to survive both a heat wave and a nor'easter in the same week. Holds its shape, holds its color, and holds up to being worn way more often than you will admit.
