There's flirting and there's groping, and if a sunny day in August is spring's way of flirting then today's weather was definitely the latter.
Essentially the difference between sticking your nose into the jasmine flowers popping up on the fences, and smelling them from two streets over.
Spring is not supposed to be a time period that starts and finishes on certain dates. Spring is those feeling, the moments where cold is replaced by warmth in your heart. Your finger shrivels back down to its normal size like some kind of ironic anti-erection.
Maybe I'm also feeling good because I intentionally avoided reading the news for two and a half days.