It's here. The first nice weekend of the year. And by nice, I mean warm. This is the day every single person in this city is going to make a point of being outside. Yesterday, I got home at 2 and lounged outside in the sun for two hours. When spouse got home, he said, "Hey, you got color!" This really isn't hard since 7 months of dressing in 17 layers tends to render one's skin pasty and blindingly white. I know "tan" equals "skin damage", but sun also gives vitamin D, and I'm sure I'm lacking in that department given that I don't drink milk (which is fortified with D.)
It's strange seeing all the (still) bare trees with all this warmth and bright sunshine. The trees don't start leafing out until May, so shadow is hard to come by. So much the better! But I have a feeling that this weekend will jump start the flora and maybe coax the budding and leafing a bit earlier than normal.
This is the come alive weekend. The first real taste of the marvelous days to come. And then festival season. The collective rejoicing of millions of souls emerging from hibernation is one of my favorite phenomena of living in a northern clime. And it's here. It's now. I'm going outside.