spring, springing

Last week, for the first time this year, I woke up and heard birdsong. My brain translated the song into the knowledge it would be a warm day, which it was. I couldn't quite bring myself to walk outside without a coat after four months or so of constant coat use, but I didn't need it.

The days since haven't been quite as nice (although I had a nice day of another sort this weekend, when I again went to West Virginia for a ski weekend and watched as three inches of snow fell around me). The trees are starting to bloom, however, so the one nice D.C. season - spring - is about to take hold.