"Poets are always taking the weather so personally. They're always sticking their emotions in things that have no emotions."

Today, JD Salinger, I disagree. It was sunny and warm and beautiful, and after these gloomy hell-in-a-handbasket frozen months, I felt sunny and warm and beautiful. Maybe I should be less dependent on the sun for happiness, but how can I go outside--green grass sneaking up between my bare toes, cotton floral dress hitting just above the knee--and not be happy? Spring is a very good thing.