Spring
Every year, the first day that really feels like spring finally arrives. The sky is clear, it smells like spring, and you feel like a million bucks the moment you leave the house and the warm morning breeze hits your face. In Champaign, that day is today. This is the farthest south I’ve ever lived, and winters seem substantially sunnier here than Detroit, but the impact of the first effective day of spring is no less pronounced. As though this weren’t enough, I’m headed to Colorado this afternoon for a long weekend of skiing. Anybody who needs a favor I’d ordinarily refuse would be wise to ask today!
