It’s that glorious season between whining about it being too cold and whining about it being too hot.
Guys. GUYS. GUIIIIIIISE. IT’S SPRING.
I mean, I know it’s technically been spring for a couple of weeks now, but someone has finally told the weather. I went out with bare legs the other day. And I even spotted daffodils in the wild.*
I’m really excited, in case you couldn’t tell. Now I’m just crossing my fingers that the Brooklyn cherry blossoms open soon.
*wild = carefully planted by the campus gardener, but whatevs