People are outside. As a matter of fact, it seems like everyone is outside.
People are driving around with the tops down on their convertible cars. This may be folly because the warmth is melting the snow, so the roads are wet with rivulets of water, sending spray up and into the open cars. I see a man in his semi-ice-covered driveway, washing his car with a hose. Throngs of runners are enjoying the day despite the fact that they are running far into the street due to snowbanks. Short sleeved shirts are everywhere, people are wearing light shoes without socks, outdoor tables are crowded with patrons anxious to eat outside in the fresh air, and windows are open on cars and in houses.
Thursday it might hit 60. In New England, that's considered bathing suit weather.
I don't know where winter is right now, but I do know Mother Nature is fickle. Things can be and will be worse, and the very worst probably hasn't even begun to play with us yet. For now, I'm going to get outside, breathe the air, and enjoy this brief preview of the spring to come.
