Ahem

Dear Boston,

I have something to tell you, and you know I wouldn't tell you if I didn't care... but it's time for you to grow up. It's July. It's summertime. You know, it's that season which is usually doused in the taste of lemonade, the smell of freshly mowed lawns and the heat of the sun. Time has passed, you are older now, and honestly... I think you're ready to stop spilling rain all over yourself. This undulating and brooding moodiness is increasingly out of place. Own up to your years... maturity means moving on, dude.

Your friend, Heidi