Half an hour ago, I stepped out the back door and into what seemed more like a rainforest than the Northeast United States. The air was warm, humid, and smelled of wet earth and plant growth. Water dripped from the trees; mist hung between them. Birds seen and unseen made an enormous racket in all directions. And the bright, bright sun streamed through the trees and lit up the mist.
My mood will undoubtedly crash into the basement again as I spend the rest of the day banging my head against work, but until then: yay, spring!