I have always held the belief that on days like today, it should be illegal to be inside. Stores should be open for three or four hours, and I suppose we still need the hospitals, but everything else should shut down so that everyone can be outside.
If I am ever a professor, my syllabus will say, up front: "Class is subject to weather. If the professor does not feel like being indoors, she will assume that the class shares her feeling and will cancel it."
There are few things that bring me more pleasure than walking along, dancing a little bit to my music, bare skin in the sun, happy toes freed at last from their winter confinement. The only thing that makes it better is not walking home to write a paper and study econ. Which is what I should be doing now.
I think I will blitz through the paper as quickly as possible, make myself some lunch, and head back to campus to study in the sun on the quad.
There's one day each year when our undergrad population tips--one day, not necessarily brighter or warmer than the rest, when all the girls realize hey, it's spring, and ditch their long coats and scarves; when all the boys realize hey, it's spring, and bring out the frisbees and skateboards, and the quad is full of life and happiness.
Before then, I walk down the sidewalk and wonder what the hell is going through that girl's head in her wool coat and scarf in the fifty degree sunshine. People are still bundled up and in their "look out for ice on the sidewalk" mode, which I must agree is valid as in Little Italy 3 inches is pretty standard in the winter.
But then....we tip, and people start smiling. Bright colors come out. Some kid walked back from an early class this morning with a floral shirt unbuttoned to his bare chest, and I rolled my eyes as I passed.
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