The weather this past weekend was pretty much perfect. It is always such a good feeling to experience the first warm days of spring. Outdoor activities are once again novel and exciting. The air seems easier to breathe, and the sun seems to shine a bit brighter. We grilled out Friday night. I got to ride my bike for the first time of the year on Saturday. Sunday we relaxed out on the deck. It was a good weekend.
This springtime excitement is pretty much universal. It must go back to our days as school kids. The warm air was a sign of the nearing summer vacation. Here in the real world there are no more summer vacations. Work goes on, and we are left to stare out the window and think about the fun we could be having. Our years of school have conditioned a Pavlovian response in us. We cannot avoid this strange sense of optimism we feel, though there is no good reason for it. The rising temperatures are only going to force us to mow the lawn, and increase our chances of seeing somebody at walmart wearing jean shorts, a tank top, or both at the same time.
