Stepping outside yesterday and today, I could really feel the change. Winter is doomed to a painful death of melting and the air, almost warm, is coming alive with the organic smells of a world in bloom.
At 32 degrees when the sun shines brightly, it is warm enough for a sweater and a scarf as you dash out to your car. It's almost time for street sweepers(mind sweepers would have been better) to come and wash away the debris of seasonal affective disorder.
Pretty soon, maybe even tomorrow, the crazy, short wearing winter bike rider will be shirtless. Shouting and shirtless. If I were him, I'd take the words of Taro Gomi and yell as I rode down the street, "Spring is here!"