There’s a specific kind of cold that settles into New Jersey by February. It’s not dramatic. It’s just persistent. The sidewalks are gray. The sky has been gray. Your winter coat smells faintly like outside.
And then you look at the departures board at Newark and realize something: four hours in the air can change everything.
There are several nonstop routes right now that drop you straight into summer. Not “mild.” Not “comfortable.” Actual, swim-the-minute-you-arrive warmth…